Goodness dear
I remember when you held my hand...

Freedom is such a dangerous thing
How I long to abuse it...

Even as you rock me to sleep
A darker side shows...

It won't stop
All I can say is...

We keep changing
How do I keep up...

My Rose is the one
Whom I can test...

Try and tell my I'm wrong
Sort of hypocritical...

You certainly
Put up no fight...

Those words
Hung in the air...

As fast as my heart pounds
The pictures of death never cease...

I wish it was His breath in my ear
But instead His Rose takes him away...

I suppose time is one of those things
Try to explain what it is...