Garden of frozen roses

I was sitting in a garden of roses today,
I was feeling the time flying away...
All was so bright, all was so calm
I felt like the problems were all are gone...

The lake was shining in the bright sun,
But I couldn't help thinking of what you've done...
Trying so hard to let go and enjoy the view,
I was sitting alone and thinking of the things you do...

So I got sad, like when I look out the window
Why that always happens, I do not know...
Trying to focuse on the crystal water that pours down a rose,
I'm thinking of tears that poured, but of which no one knows...

These roses...so beautiful...blood-like red,
These are the flowers I want when I'll be dead...
A frozen grave with frozen roses...and I know,
It's an eternal place dedicated to my broken soul...

But here in the real world no one cares,
For no one shows their feelings or maybe no one dares...
"Why?" is the question that we often use,
And the answers given get us more confused...

A garden of frozen roses...the world of the undead,
The ones that hurt and bleed from the things you said...
This garden was once alive...but you buried it in hate,
You're trying in vain to save it now...for it's too late...

***it's not that good, but I thought I can give it a "chance" :), please tell me what you think, thanks***

~*~~**m.c.flem**~~*~