Looking back at a better time and a better place;
Replaying all the memories I cannot erase.
I remember that day when I saw your smiling face;
But now it's nothing more than a memory lost in space.
Things have changed and now all I see –
Is your tear-filled eyes, looking back at me.
Your soul has been severed, your heart torn apart;
I want to end your pain, but I don't know where to start.
You've suffered so much – the terrible memories have left a mark –
Your life is like a candle flickering in the dark.
But the flame has been blown out; you're alone in the night;
You feel that there is no hope in sight.
Then someone hears your silent cries;
They dry the tears that fill your eyes.
They mend your heart that is so tattered and broken;
For a friend knows the things that are left unspoken.
The Black RoseThe Black Rose
This is the black rose
Gathered from a black garden.
It is dark as the midnight,
And is sprinkled with tiny metallic dew drops like shining stars.
Gathered from a black garden,
It has thorns like little deadly spikes.
And is sprinkled with tiny metallic dew drops like shining stars;
With dark leaves as smooth and soft as silk.
It has thorns like deadly spikes;
It slowly withers, fades, and dies.
With dark leaves as smooth and soft as silk,
And a long, thin, velvet stem.
It slowly withers, fades, and dies;
It is dark as the midnight.
And a long, thin, velvet stem;
This is the black rose.