"The Rose"

-Bette Midler-

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 it's 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, 

Who cannot seem to give 

And the souls 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 that with the sun's love, 

In the spring, becomes the rose.