Meet me at the crossroads
Where death divides the world,
Where the grass is green as it sleeps in its bed,
Where the people of the world are alive but as I said,
It is all too late for their hearts to mend,
So meet me
at the crossroads
Where time breaks into eternity.

Living at the crossroads
Where there is no need to feel.
The birds sing quietly the songs for the end
Waves crash into themselves defining all that is left
Call it a new beginning or a numbed hell
We fall together
At the crossroads
Where fire and ice never clash.

Leaving behind the crossroads
Where happiness isn’t a need
Because you never came to my side
Because I think I’m finally tired of these lies
But still I long to say my goodbyes
Thinking you’ll meet me
At the crossroads
Where sorrow is nowhere to be seen.

Some bow down under the weight
of their beauty, their humble grace,
some have their gaze at the dirt
to contemplate time and its turns.
Some stay away from the light
but have their scent blossom each night,
some stay under their petal shells
but if one looks, one can tell-

Some roses bloom quietly
and they do not catch the eye,
Death cradles them like his child
When Life loses the die.