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
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 snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose.