To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Seeing the waves of a lost heartbeat in the sky. The world's on my shoulders while mankind screams out misery. Always I've reached for my overprotective shield, turning you down several times.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Begging you on my knees to forget the lifetime I wasted on carrying heaven's problems. The air blowing trough my hair, saying me gently to ignore the blames I once shared in faith.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Rubbing the stone clean with these hands of madness. Anger burning in my vains as I remember how I never expected. Words can kill, but time won't say sorry, yet I do.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Kneeling down before you, ashes remained. Story of life continous trough dead. My heart broke down the hill and tears drop into ocean of darkness. May you hear my cries for you to come back in my arms of loneliness.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. They tell me to move on, but your prescence is following me everywhere I go. In my dreams you are hunting me down till I can't breathe. Singing your name while walking my way to a suicide mission 'cause you haven't left me, neither have I left you.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Asking you to the ground of my heart, to keep waiting for me till I'm with you once more. Wondering if you would mind to meet me again, dear love. You're my fallen angel I want to lift up, give me another try. Heaven knows I tried already once before.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Spend a lifetime of holding on, just to let go. I guess I'll spend another lifetime, searching for a new hope...
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A New Hope
PoetryTo your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Gust of freezing cold air whispers to me, that you are gone. Always reaching for a shame of what once used to be. Never expected that I would regret the time that passed these precious memories. Spend a lif...
