Wake up..
Would you look through your window?
There where has roses grown.
I was standing there.
The night was...
Too dark, too cold, too quiet.
I couldn't feel my feet
Tears have frozen in my cheek
I've looked up, hoping I might see your light.
Too dark, too cold, too quiet.
Something deep inside me has kept me there,
Something real, true and meaningful.
I was standing there.
Too dark, too cold, too quiet.
I never left I'm still there,
uder the ground
where I've buried my old self.
where has roses grown.

Whispers, memories chase me
I don't know who to trust.
But I know at the gloom I've screamed Stay.
Eventually, seemed like no one heard me,
Only the ghosts who have gathered
Around my wounded soul.
"Can I feel your touche"
"Can I hear your voice"
Am I just Hallucinating

Aught...
Would you water the roses there?
There where I buried my old self
Where has roses grown.
There where I was standing.
Look through your window.

© Unickk