• Roses will rise-
    and tears will fall,
    your hopes will die-
    as well as hers,
    taking a last breath-
    her light flies away,
    helplessly you-
    can do nothing to save her.

    Bathing in tears-
    your soul will shrug,
    roses will fly-
    along with her life,
    following the flow-
    going to the light,
    leaving you behind-
    alone in the dark,
    weeping and screaming-
    you will stay,
    calling her name-
    as her face turns pale,
    never coming back-
    her soul will fade away...