littleboy 2008-7-5 09:45
The Rose, sung by Bette Milder
Some say love, it is a river,
that drowns the tender reeds.
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 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 that in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the suns love
in the spring becomes the rose.
