Remorse is what you feel when you've done...
when you do a sin knowing what you have done...

Long road of roses.....
some black... others gray...

Souls...
souls wonder through out the night...

There are times of hate
times of love...

Tears of blood you cry...
tears of blood that wont die...

Black roses
an extraordinary thing...

Wind blows
a leaf grows...

Red roses red roses
fallen from the sky,as if...

In eternal but short steps
a life's meaning fine...

I can feel the hate dis pare
as for love is growing in the air...

Voices
i can here voices...

Misery fly
time goes by...