In the dead of winter we hide
to once again feel alive...
The chill is haunting-it cuts right through
straight to the bone-lips turn blue
A new beginning is all we need, brand new skin-
from planting a seed
Reaching to touch, the warmth of the sun
We grow til\' we can\'t and try not to burn
Revealed to the world, we open our arms
We open our buds, expecting no harm
We spring into action, vibrant and pure
A rose in the garden, just needing a cure
So when the leaves change colors, and the breeze breaks in...
The petals will fall and we\'ll start again