A rose for those we lost
A rose for those we've loved

A rose for those who have been sent far away

A rose for love
A rose for loss

Quietly watching the small flame
Flicking back and forth frantically
With the slightest breath

The wax is dripping
Pooling down below

Soon the light will run out
The wick will burn
And the wax will melt away

If the candle is gone, child
What now shall light your path?

The sun rises on a perfect day
The clouds are hiding
The gentle breeze has blown them away

I sit outside breathing in the warm spring air
My surroundings are wonderful
But it just doesn't seen fair

The butterflies fly by; each on they're own little path
I'd rather join them
Than face this inner wrath

I want to be free
I want to fly
Why can't anyone see

I just want to be free

Love was supposed to be beautiful

It was supposed to be gentle

It was supposed to be kind

I never expected it to be this...
Not this
Never this

Not this sorrow

Not this pain

Not this ache

You we're supposed to stay
You we're supposed to be here
You we're supposed to be with me forever

Like you promised...

But that's life I suppose...

It's gone in an instant and there's nothing I can do
But miss you

He finds me in the shadows,
Alone and silent,
Thinking about the day.
I think of my regrets
And the dues I still must pay;
For Sadness does not come cheap.
It takes away Joy
And steals Happiness too.
He sits with me in darkness,
Not knowing what to say,
But he need not speak a word
For all I need is him to stay.
He wipes away my tears,
And holds me in his arms.
Within this gentle warmth,
I can feel Hopelessness start to flee.
Because he's here with me.
He holds me close and tight.
He takes my hand and squeezes,
So now I can see the light.
The darkness starts to fade
All dark thoughts turn to dust
This is all I need
I just need him here with me

The bustle of people
The joint between the teeth
The city comes alive
When the sun goes down

She blows out a circle of smoke
She's had the practice
Everyone tells her to stop
"***** them all," she says

The moon is high in the sky
But no stars can be seen
There's too much smoke
So much smoke

She knows it's bad
That's the point
With each inhalation
She's closer to detonation

People walk by without a second glance
They've got everything on their minds
She's got one thought
Let this be the night

But it's just another night
Another night
Blowing smoke
In the city that comes alive
When the sun goes down

waiting for the rain
watching the ominous clouds
awaiting the oncoming storm
listening to the soft drizzle
rolling thunder booming
lightning crackling
simply waiting
it was coming
there was no stopping it

Waking up to the smell of cooking breakfast was the best thing in the world to her.
The bed would be empty, but she'd know where he was.
She'd roll off a bed and throw on the nearest t-shirt, even if it wasn't hers, and stretch, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
She'd take a deep breath and look out the window.
She'd see cars driving by and children up and running.
She'd leave the room to find him in the kitchen, humming some old rock song.
She'd smile and hug him from behind, but he wouldn't jump; he knew it was her.
He'd turn and plant a kiss on her forehead and maybe on her cheeks.
He'd tell her good morning and pull her in close.
She'd nuzzle into his chest and mumble a reply.
He'd laugh and smile.
She'd look up into his eyes and know she found it.

She found home.