"A rose by another name , would still be just a rose " T. R .
Sleep my rose , your load so heavy .
Let the stars wash the pain from your memories .
Your battles fought bravely .
Let the soft black velvet of darkness hold you in her arms , sing ancient lullabies to you ,
soothe you with her charms .
Let the moon gaze upon you , softness in his glow.
He'll guard over you .
Said he just wanted you to know .
Let the Banshee's wail warn anyone that dwell upon evil deeds .
It's not lightly taken , best you turn around and flee .
Now then rose , your thorns now protect thee .
And as stardust begins to fall , hush now little one for I hear the Sandman's . . . last call .
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
"A rose by another name , would still be just a rose " T. R .
Sleep my rose , your load so heavy .
Let the stars wash the pain from your memories .
Your battles fought bravely .
Let the soft black velvet of darkness hold you in her arms , sing ancient lullabies to you ,
soothe you with her charms .
Let the moon gaze upon you , softness in his glow.
He'll guard over you .
Said he just wanted you to know .
Let the Banshee's wail warn anyone that dwell upon evil deeds .
It's not lightly taken , best you turn around and flee .
Now then rose , your thorns now protect thee .
And as stardust begins to fall , hush now little one for I hear the Sandman's . . . last call .
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