• Hanging from my ceiling are two roses
    One for love and one for hope
    Both a midnight black
    The colors and leaves faded
    As they hang there in the stillness
    Why?
    Is love not like a flower?
    Does it not weither and die?
    Does it not cause people to lie
    And hatred to start
    The screams to come
    And the fights...
    ...always the fights...

    Hanging from my ceiling are two roses
    They hang there, dried up
    No one touches them
    And their petals are no longer velvety soft
    Their leaves will shatter in your hands
    That is, if you touch them
    But, instead, they stay there
    The dust, slowly clinging to them
    Casting small shadows on the wall
    Shadows to fear
    Shadows to remind...
    ...remind, that the darkness is always there...

    I have two roses hanging from my ceiling
    Why, do you ask?
    They are there to remind
    To show
    And to live
    Despite their death, they live
    Their memories
    If you touch them, like the memories
    They become corrupted and fade
    Their petals are dried forever
    And the memories will live with them
    So...

    I have two roses
    Do you know why?
    The memories of love and hope
    Of things that are to come
    And of things that have already pasted
    I shall keep my roses
    Always...
    I will have those two roses