It 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 wont be taken that who cannot seem to give,and the sole afraid of dying that never learns to live. when the night has been to lonely and the road has been to 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 suns love, in the spring becomes the rose.