The lucky and the strong
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
In the spring becomes the rose
And the soul afraid of dying, who never learns to live
It's the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
When you think that love is only, only for the lucky
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
When you think that love is only for the lucky and for the strong
I say love, it is a flower and you its only seed
It's the heart that fears the breaking, that never learns the dance
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
