The Rose and The Clock of life.

Some say love, lt 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 a 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 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. Words by Amanda McBroom. Sung by Bette Midler. The Clock of Life. The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power To tell just when the hands will stop At a late or early hour. Th lose one’s wealth is sad indeed, To lose one’s health is more, To lose one’s soul is such a loss That no man can restore. The present only is our own, So Live, Love, toil with a will –- Place no faith in Tomorrow --- For the clock may then be still. Robert H. Smith.