Monday, October 27, 2008
The Rose
'Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love is it 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 is all the seed
Is the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
Is the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
Is the one 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 to 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
Like the seed that with the suns love
in the spring becomes The Rose. ' ~ By Bette Midler
Touching.
They don't write songs like that anymore.
Everything these days is all about , money, fame , sex and grind.
Q
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