[b][color=red]I Fear For My Hands
For It Might Get Burnt
I Fear For My Heart For It Might Get Pierced
I Fear For My Eyes
For The Tears It Might Shed
I Fear For My Vein
Cause I Know Not,how Much It Might Bleed
Do I Hold On Or Let Go
Can I Survive The Cold
Can I Withstand The Blow
Though I Can't Resist Trail
I Would Leave The Past In Its Casket
Won't Seek Protection In It Dirty Blanket
For This Flower,i Will Bear Its Thorns
Be My Ruth
Let Me Show You My Root
Have A Taste Of My Fruits
Your Heart Will Soothe
It Is Nothing But The Truth[/color][/b]