Tears Amidst Roses

The wreckage of my soul lies scattered amidst the roses in the cold.
I hope for warmth and again to be made whole.
The tall stems hide me, and the morning dew rolls
off of red and burgundy petals, as if the roses weep for me;
In my shattered sate, I hope for an angel to find me
and love me with everything within her unconditionally.
I am broken but not lifeless; I am desolate but not hopeless—
I have seen many things and have dreamed many dreams;
Restless ghosts walk around me and rouse me from my sleep
to tell me of faded past loves and troubled waters deep.

Still amidst the roses I weep
Still amidst the roses I weep

I hope to see the sun again, but until then
I hide scattered among the roses tall stems;
They whisper sweet words to me and give me water in their nurturing.
The fragrance of them sooth my agony, and I sleep on the softness of fallen petals;
Oh, heaven restore me to the whole man I used to be.
I lie amidst the roses in the shade of their petals listlessly,
Waiting for the day of redemption that I may never see.
Once, I loved fearlessly, but love was never returned to me;
Under colors of red, white, pink, yellow and burgundy, I sleep.

Still amidst the roses I weep
Still amidst the roses I weep

The restless ghosts still come to me and tell me of their anguish;
They tell me of love betrayed and of dreams unaccomplished.
I am dismayed in my tormented state — but still hear their passionate cries.
Mother, if you can hear me, look upon your son in his travail,
And give me of your strength so I can again deeply inhale.
I am in agony and I am broken in my pain—
I cry incessantly, as rose petals fall on me softly;
Daily, they grow taller and flourish more beautifully.
I have survived thus far, because beauty is my company.
I dwell here, where the ants crawl, and the creatures of the night creep.

Still amidst the roses I weep
Still amidst the roses I weep






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