Whom shall descend upon my weakend soul,
Will it be thou who hast forgotten...

Beyond the harm a desire awakens
The that sun that floats in the sky is calm...

On the hilltop where I once stood,
has grown a bed of roses...

Sometimes, i get caught up in the words you say,
Only you can make me feel like this...

She received a rose no one gave,
And yet its slowly dying...

And every night ends with a kiss,
His eyes tend to reach hers in seconds...

The guy is there
the girl a myth...

Love is the morning dew clinging to a white rose...
Your love...

I wait only for him in the realm of dreams,
Will I ever escape...

I open my eyes,
I hear crying...

If a rose is mean\'t for love,
why does it fade...