The Rose

The Rose

(Amanda McBroom)

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 your it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance,

it's the drean afraid of waking the never takes the chance.

It' the one who wanT 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 vove 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!  

Rose im Sommer

Uns Allen noch eine sonnigere Woche, wenn nicht im Garten, so doch im Herzen.