The Withered Rose
(written by Saskia Boree)
The leaves falled down this place
The rain-drops falled upon my face
And there she stand,
Vacillated on her feet
Her sap's falling, crying
And she's dripping her black bleed
I try not to crush her stalk
I try to console her, with my talk
I hope she's going a better way
All isn't not here, not today
And I mumble....
CHORUS
Withered Rose, what happened to you?
You look so sad, could I some do for you?
I see, you didn't have it easy
You struggled all by yourself
For what you could be
Let me solace you
That's the least I could do... for you
Some people behave them like a vulnerable plant
Truth is always different, they want things in own hands
They want always attention, some help
They couldn't put their thoughts upon a shelf
They shouldn't finally grow like this rose
They always think that they're overdosed
And I mumble....
(chorus)
I leave them all in vain
Before I drown in their cold rain
And I mumble...
(chorus)
