• It is the last rose of the summer
    that wilts because we walk away.
    Like ours, its final day is today.

    We don't wait to see if they will miss us
    'cause we know already that they would.
    We want to stay, if only we could.

    We are steady thinking, our way is clear
    but petals still fall, the red rose is fading.
    We love them, so our lives we are trading.

    Here we go, hand in hand,
    lovers dieing, young blood shed.
    Remember us as the ones you loved and led.

    The petals whisper a soft promise as they wisp and twirl,
    " I am the voice of your history."
    "Now follow and see the velvet that truly is me."

    We died to show them freedom;
    we gave up our voice.
    Elegant yet lethal was our choice.

    The petals no longer weep and die,
    they fly majestically along side us
    through the diamond dusted sky.

    We are together forever now,
    that's all that matters here.
    And if you miss us, know we are always near.



    ~It was the last rose of summer
    that wilted when we walked away.
    Like ours, its first day was that day.~