The Rose

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
Some say love It is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love It is a flower, and you its only seed


It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken
That cannot seem to give It's the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live

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

Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed
And with the sun's love in the spring Becomes The Rose


By: Bette Midler