There’s a rose sealed away in the winternFast asleep through the wind and rain and coldnEver waiting for someone to wake hernOne who’ll see that she’s no one’s to holdnnMaybe she is a spell never brokennnLittle girl from a world in-betweennEach tomorrow a promise unspokennAnd every today like a dream in a dreamnnShe’s still sleepingnShe’s still dreamingnShe’s still dreamingnnShe is Love - oh but never a LovernShrinks away from the touch of his handnFrom kisses and candles that stain her affectionnHer Love is a place he will not understandnnThere’s a child inside made of flowers and starsnLost in whispers and wings and the beauty ofnInnocence cradled in moments eternalnSnow undisturbed in the glow of the morning lightnnAnd she’s still sleepingnShe’s still dreamingnSleeping beautynAnd she’s still flyingnShe’s still singingnCan you hear her?nnThere is grace in the red of her twilightnThere is truth in her darkness aheadnTreasure held in her eyes never opennMelody in her words never saidnnAnd she’s still sleepingnShe’s still dreamingnShe’s still dreaming