The writer of the song is Amanda McBroom.
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 only seed.
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 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 dying, that never learns to live.
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 dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too 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.
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.
Lyrics from here.
And as a bonus... a little poem by Tupac Shakur.
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
(from here)
