Many days passed, and hours are now numbered
White Roses are the most sweetest flowers
Like a girl that blooms with a great power
Waking all of the good souls that slumbered
Evening's darkness are soon to be lighted
All of us here needs hope, and a prayer
Whenever painful things he might whisper
Without those wings, I may be good-hearted
In heaven's time probably you are mine
But I am not sure, everyone can change
We lived so long, yet you're hard to find
Different angel for you might be strange
You can't be mine so easily that's fine
I am locked in so tight, I'm out of range
