The Rose

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 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 soul afraid of dyin’ , that never learns to live.

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

just remember in the winter, far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the spring becomes the rose.

*”The Rose” is song written by

Amanda McBroom and made famous
by Bette Midler and others.

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