• Where The Wind Does Blow

    Roses are black,
    Violet is cruel,
    My life ends today,
    On the ground my blood does pool,
    She'll laugh the day away.


    A shovel strikes the earth,
    My death bed is in the ground,
    Creatures are staring,
    I can hear their breathing all around,
    One cries. I know they're caring.


    Rain starts to pour,
    A creature grabs my hand,
    It pulls my soul free from me,
    I watch my body from where I stand,
    My body falling into the black is all I see.


    The creature pulls my face to his,
    He is an angel, once seen in a dream,
    My eyes search his face,
    And my heart rips at the seam,
    We are alone in this dark empty place.


    I grab the creature's hand,
    He holds on tight to my soul,
    I know he'll never let go,
    We'll fade together, but not in this hole,
    We'll go some place where the wind does blow