So many are here,
it's beautifully sad.
That this horrible fate
has brought us all back.
It's like a reunion
Where angels do sing
With no happy colors
And no smiles to bring
Everyone holds a rose in there hand
to lay their respect.
Its all part of a plan.
A plan that is written
befor we are born
One we cant change
one that pricks like a thorn.
Which brings us back to the roses we hold.
And the rain pouring down,
the fingertips cold.
That are surrounded by Satin,
covererd in silk.
And its beautifully sad
As a man comes up and tilts
down to say i love you,
you'll be in my heart.
It wont be to long...
That we must live worlds apart.