Peter: Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.

Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.

Everyone:When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long, and you think that love is only, for the lucky and the strong,

Peter:Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows. lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring, becomes the rose.