The Rose
A flower never loses youth
The seasons never cease their turn
Things that change and never stop
Time is a game of chance.
A drop of blood on ivory skin
A memory of what could have been
A flash of what the future holds
We can't turn back the years.
We can have forever in a day
A second for eternity
In one moment see a rose
Be born, live and die.
Die as we live
Live as we die
There is no line to cross
We lay awake in dreams prolonged
A memory of what we've lost.
All the stars thrown to the sky
A silent echo calling
Of dreams and love, roses in bloom
Living, dying, falling.
A drop of blood paints a thorn
The heart has no time to mourn
Before rose wakes and loves again
Loves and lives for now, for then.