where’s my rose; is there love left,
looking up into the sky?
Did it lose its little life vest;
or lost its power to fly high?

My hands feel cold,
empty from betrayal by you.
What were you told,
that’d made me different from whom you knew?

glittering water spread across the room,
tears still flow down, form in my eyes.
I told everyone the truth, the things I knew,
but no one stayed by my side.

Where are you, do you see me?
Trees are...