Red Roses

Red Roses, sweet fate,
I give them now to my wilted love,
She was my life,
Before she took her own,
Travel high over the sea,
Into the arms of her, my lover,
For tonight she wants to dance in the shadows,
Handsome death, go to her,
She longs for peace with the world,
Go to her,
And hold her tightly within your embrace,
Cradle her spirit, and its fragile pieces,
Take her away on your beautiful stallion,
Take her from me,
She is gone,
She lives but is dead,
Take her from me,
She lets her hand fall as I run to her,
And on her wrist is the pain I caused,
She lives for you now,
But remember she did once live for me,
A time not long ago,
She did love “us”,
Believe me, death, she did love once,
Take care of her,
Be my beloved’s keeper,
I will come for her,
But for now,
Watch over her keeper of the lost,
She thought she had no one,
Let her close her eyes and dream,
She is so lonely,
Please, do not let another tear roll down her cheek,
I have seen her cry enough,
I have destroyed her,
It’s not better this way, or any other way,
I need her,
But she lies in that grave,
Where I am kneeling,
Giving her Red Roses,
Because the day that she died,
Was the day she was free.