It is a razor

My parents got married in my grandparents' living room, and my moms sisters sang the song "The Rose" by Bette Middler. They drank wine, even though it was forbidden by my dad's religion. And they married, even though it ment my dad could never go home again, and my mom would leave her way of life for a new religion. I guess that was love.

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.

The Rose