constant suffering surrounds us all as we dance in our arrogance

cautiously we speak, like pulling teeth as we swallow our tongues



so cry out with a rose in hand

tear it in two, it hung over you

not to rest on graves or a lover's vase

but to keep us silent

we won't be silent



blinding and deceiving

what they tell us is the half-truth

in the autumn of our lives we decay

In the autumn of our lives we won't wither in denial

so misleading when the answer is right behind you

throw the rose away and bloom