A wilted flower

Up where all the mines lie
Is a brick building, not so high

It was a washer room, it's an old color of white
The color has faded, it's not so bright

There's graffiti written all on the walls
In the middle of it is where a hole falls

It's nice to sit up there and listen to the silence
You can't hear yelling or screaming or violence

October 3rd, you brother climbed up the rocks to the top
He saw you there and made a quick stop

There you were, looking at the sky
Your blood was cold, he started to cry...

I went up there a week after your death
I was so scared and nervous to catch my breath

Yes, there were blood stains, and scars that won't fade
It covered the brick on which you laid

I go up a lot, it feels right
Sometimes i stay awhile or until night

Flashbacks hit me like a freight train
Looking to the distance handles some of my pain

I sit on the wall and dangle my feet
It's so quiet, you can hear my heart beat

It's like a video of our life plays in my head
It's like you're with me, i remember everything you said

A rose lays where you did too
It slowly dies everyday...but it resembles you

It's so beautiful but has a thorn or two
And that is in everyone with the bad things we do

You're so beautiful randy, but you were slowly dying everyday
And after a while, you decided nothing will be OK

And after time the flowers dies too
And after time, you decided to die too

The happiness is gone but the flower will remain
Ain't that the truth, my happiness is gone, I'm left with the pain

And i would give my life just to touch your face
I'd cry just to feel your embrace

I want to live again, i want to be with you
Anymore i don't know what to do

But the question is, what COULD i do?
Nothing is the same or will it be without you

I kneel down next to where you laid
I see now that the stains are starting to fade

I can still hear you laughing and giving all of your beautiful power
As i place a new rose next to the wilted flower