The Rose
The Rose
Some say a love it is a river that draws tender needSome say love it is a razor the leaves the soul to bleedI say loves it is a flower and you're its only seedIt 's the heart afraid of breakingThat never learns to danceIt's the dream afraid of wakingThat never takes the chanceIt the one who won't be takenWho cannot seem to giveAnd the soul afraid of dying'That never learns to liveWhen the night has been too lonely and the road has been to longAnd you think that love is only for the lucky and strongJust remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snowLies the seed that with the sun's loveIn the spring becomes the ROSE.
Tarek Nassif
2005
Some say a love it is a river that draws tender needSome say love it is a razor the leaves the soul to bleedI say loves it is a flower and you're its only seedIt 's the heart afraid of breakingThat never learns to danceIt's the dream afraid of wakingThat never takes the chanceIt the one who won't be takenWho cannot seem to giveAnd the soul afraid of dying'That never learns to liveWhen the night has been too lonely and the road has been to longAnd you think that love is only for the lucky and strongJust remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snowLies the seed that with the sun's loveIn the spring becomes the ROSE.
Tarek Nassif
2005
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