The Rose

When I did some cleaning in my room, I found a poem (a lyric) that I had encountered during my foundation years.. Reading the song, I think that it has actually given a big slap on my face.. dang.. huhuhu

The Rose (by Bette 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.
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 dyin’ that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love
in the spring becomes the rose.

1 Comment

  1. Noor said,

    December 2, 2009 at 9:13 pm

    “Reading the song, I think that it has actually given a big slap on my face.. dang..”

    ehem eheemm. it’s about time abe paih. it’s about time.. for you to share the story with us, penat doh ngumpat blake2 neh hahhahahhahaha.


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