The Divine Miss M - 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.