戀. 人. The Rose - Batte Midler 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. It's the heart afraid of breakin' That never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of wakin' That never takes the chance. It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot 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 snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose.