My blooming rose, don't wail
You're much too strong-- not frail...

I saw you in my dreams last night.
You were swaying with the wind...

After what we've gone through
It could never be the same...

The most wondrous face is that of yours
In which pretty eyes all year reside...

What a dark day
After a dark night...

I'll cry when you leave
But I'll be happy in the morning...

In the night you loom and dance, my silver moon...
Beneath the spongy shells where meadows glance...

You're going to a place thats very safe
where you wont ever have to see his face...

We didn't make it, I'm sorry
At least not how we said we would...

Its October 1st, the first day of my life
The first day of looking for you...

Sweet flower in the Everest grows,
Tender, burried to its toes...

I just came for you to heal me
And when I'm fine I'll leave...