Mittwoch, 12. Dezember 2012

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 snows  lies the seed 
that with the sun's love in the spring

becomes the rose

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