a rose could never lie about the love it brings
and I could never promise to be any of those things

if I was not so weak
if I was not so cold
if I was not so scared of being broken, growing old
I would be
I would be

[jars of clay - frail]

I gave up on the background. I'm not sure exactly what I pictured in my head to go with it, but no matter what I tried, it just didn't feel right... so I gave up.