• The heart bleeds out and emotions stir
    The tongue of an angler born to burn
    Surface the life at its peak
    only meant to be bleak
    snip it in the bud, for the rose to peak
    lifeless once again, forever to seek
    the praises from afar, slowly dim
    light in the eyes, another bend
    twisting and weeping these roses go
    into the bleak, no more to grow
    look around at those that seek them
    realize they will never know
    nothing left after those roses weep
    to turn and look at what they seek
    only the figures are moving like trees
    the mind knows not of what they think
    tonight is the end of what the loves think at their peak
    tumbling down the road they go
    left alone they see no glow
    no life is meant to be left
    for they are bound by her grateful test
    so long goes as quickly as they seen
    Goodbye my friend the lovers you keep
    holds us at ends you see
    For we will never hear those roses weep