The Rose

Jag förstår inte vad det är med mig, men varje gång jag hör låten The Rose blir jag så berörd. Den har något magiskt över sig.....
Jag mår inte så bra just nu.
Här kommer texten Amanda McBroom har skrivit, och som säkert berört många människor världen över.

Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed.

Some say love it is a razor that leaves you soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hunger, an endless aching need.

I say love it is a flower and you its 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 can not seem to give,

and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonley 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 bitter snows,

lies the seed that with the sun´s love in the spring becomes the rose.