The only place you feel safe has gone and left you in an earthquake.
The ones you look up to are no longer around you,
and you can no longer play in the rose garden for they have all wilted and left their once beautiful red pedals on the ground now black and hard.
Everything around you is falling down, or being torn into pieces, but you refuse to let yourself see this.
You know in your heart that as soon as you let this all become reality to you,
you will too fall into pieces and become like those poor rose pedals.
So you keep your head high,
when everything around you is giving you no reason to.
You do what you can to make things a little better,
you try to make them a little more lively.
But no matter how much you try, you can't take on such a big task on your own,
but what do you do when everyone is now gone?
You have to pick up the pieces of the earthquake, plant new roses, and put life itself back together.
Now the problem here is that you can't do anything to get back the one's who've gone and left you to do this all on your own.
