I see fire in the distance glisten off lens of my eye I hear the raging tide of river is just out of reach I turn away from the fire I turn away from it all but now I all feel is the blood falling from my heart it speeds towards my feet as I begin to shake these roses around my soul so why can't I show you the beauty that I find in my soul why can't you see it when I hold to you so close is this all I mean is the thorns along its stem well I hope you finally see the crimson as I may lay dead at your feet