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Black roses

June 4, 2013
By The_Doctor GOLD, Canon City, Colorado
The_Doctor GOLD, Canon City, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
“Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. ”

I could never mourn you
I should cry later, just not today
Maybe tomorrow, I will feel the sorrow
You leave me here with black roses and memories
I laughed at your funeral
I remembered all the things, you used to say
This is the only eulogy you'll ever get from me

If you were alive today
I might not even find the right words to say
So now your gone forever
You were so far away in life, but now I'm standing over you
Before they close your casket
I place black roses where your heart should be

While I think of now and then
I have realized, they really the same
I feel so ashamed, there was never a place for me
Before now, it was something I could never see
I'm standing in the crowd, but I'm drifting out to sea

I was just a stupid kid
Always on the outside, looking in
I wanted your heart and for there to be a 'you and me'
But now I realize, it was nothing more than just a dream
I want to hold you now, ever so desperately
But all I have left of you, are black roses and memories

The author's comments:
This shines light on the truth that even though a person dies, the feelings you had for them in life (bad or good) don't change.

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