The Rose
Bette Middler - The Rose 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 its on-ly 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 on-e who won't b..