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 snow
                  lies the seed that with the sun's love
                  in the spring
                  becomes the rose


                                  the rose / Bette Midler

                                            - 2003.07.26