The roses diminish in the flames The fire whispers his sweet name As the heaves release soft rain I never know what to expect Not really sure how to accept

By hiding we promote it all Why not lend a helping hand Because in sense we’re all alone. And if that weren’t bad enough We all wish for things out of reac…

She’s a painter with an empty canv… She’s a writer with a blank page She’s a smile of depression She’s a twinkle of rage She’s a painter with a brush