The Rose _ Bette Midler

 

 

 

 

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
And 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 
And 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 snows
Lies the seed that with 
the sun's love In the spring
Becomes the rose