The stone chiseled to a winged angel and I'm in your heat,
The left overs are not enough and days are in dearth,
But hope still lies in the stone that the sculptor left his heart
In the angel, she is alive although just stone and around her girth.


Death is just a fraction of seconds, you won't feel pain for
You're numb and old days render but you're still sore,
You regret at memories, drown in sorrow that you bore,
Along with the springs, autumn too knocks your door.


And you just can't stop, cant stop the beauty not the death,
Although you dread but you're just too tiny on earth,
You can't hope, can't fight for what's not yours, just breath
Breath your life in and give away two back to death.


So even if I die a day in silence, I'll remember you,
I'll live with your's, with your memories.
Don't forget the aroma of the burnt rose,
Don't forget me unless I'm a torment to your memories.