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 a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who can not seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin',
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 a seed that with the suns Love,
in the spring........Becomes a rose
Bette Midler
