mardi 19 mars 2013

The Rose (Bette Middler)

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 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 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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