The Rose

Being Sung by ~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.