its the heart a fraid of breaking that never learns to dance. its the dream a fraid of waking that never takes the chance. its the one who wont be taken. the one who can not seem to give. and the soul a fraid of dieing that never learns to live. when the night has been to lonly and the road has been to long. and you feel that love is only for the lucky and the strong. just remember that inb the winter beneth the bitter snow theres a seed and with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose.......