The Rose

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 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,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul
afraid of dying
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 bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose.