open your delicate folds not
your perfume will be lost
your beauty wasted
my senses long gone
with roses of may
i cannot treasure you
sweet jasmine
blossom for me not

She is lost,
For a true friend she never had.
She is lost,
Running along unknown alleys,
Faceless shadows for company,
Alone in crowds, stranger at home.
She is lost!

You have my heart
My foolish heart
You have it
In your hands

With me,
I carry,
but a piece
Of your heart
I have it
where my heart was

Without me
You’re no whole

Without you
I am, not at all

Melancholy
Took over her life, in silent procession
Melancholy
Climbing, twining on her, in wicked obsession
Awakened are demons she sang to sleep
No destiny in sight, she’s drowning ... in
Melancholy

father said
try to see the good in people
not so easy father
not so easy

men are mean,
their world atrocious
can't u see father?
deceit, grief, pain
is what they give

war is everywhere
war at home,
war among friends
war over bread
war over love

your little girl, father
she is lost
nowhere to run
life broke her
can't you see father?

forgive your child
for the world -
they robbed her
of all the good
you instilled in her

Where was I?
In my rose garden
Where life blossomed, no more

(December to December
Sowing hope, reaping despair)

My rose garden; dead and dreary
So Long!,
for
I shall water you; nevermore!

Beautiful flower
How sad is your tale
For tomorrow
from grace you’ll fall
Your sweet scent
Forgotten
Tossed in a can
sans ceremony
will be your send off

And ...
Come tomorrow
The gardener
who so adored you
Will love again

You shall be missed –  never!