Bette Midler

'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 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 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

And with the sun's love in the spring

Becomes the rose