Jia

Its the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. Its the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance. Its 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 u think that love's only for the lucky and 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..