Until Now

And Today We Live










Friday, February 23, 2007 / 4:12 AM


It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
And the song, afraid of dying
That never learns to live



In the storm comes the calm
So there was this spark. And the spark was alone. It had no where to go, no where to hide. It shuddered at the thought of non-existence and clenched it's core in sick anticipation of nothing. Red and fleeting by each passing second, it turned blue. Now, it had something to burn for, to live again.