You pluck a beautiful rose from its garden home
and in defense it draws your blood...

My tears flow
down the lines of my thoughts...

I have no love
no sense of joy...

When i think of you
when you think of me...

Listen to the wind
it howls at night...

The heavens above
the fires below...

I am yours
as you are mine...

Do not trust what you see ahead
do not trust what you hear...

If this be the last letter I write
and if very well may be...

I want to be happy
I want to laugh and smile...

I cry at night
to release the pain inside of me...

I want to be the one you wish for
when no one else is around...