But More Than Brave, You

Life Is The Soil, Our Choices And Actions The Sun And Rain, But Our Dreams Are The Seeds.

Dance. Dance For The Joy And Breath Of Childhood. Dance For All Children, Including That Child Who Is Still Somewhere Entombed Beneath The Responsibility And Skepticism Of Adulthood. Embrace The Moment Before It Escapes From Our Grasp. For The Only Promise Of Childhood, Of Any Childhood, Is That It Will Someday End. And In The End, We Must Ask Ourselves What We Have Given Our Children To Take Its Place. And Is It Enough?

Can You Ever Forgive Me? I Already Have. How Could You? I Don't Deserve It. That's What Makes It Love.

Usually The Most Interesting Stories Are Written Not On Paper But Hearts.

But More Than Brave, You Have Love. And Love Is Brave.