• Inside one's soul;
    Lays one's dreams;
    As they lose sight of their goal;
    Their dreams call apart at the seems.

    As the rose petals call into place;
    Time passes by;
    As they call with grace;
    the time says goodbye.

    I love to see the pedals dance;
    Knowing of one's end;
    So I may have a chance;
    To know if will defend.

    And just as life is rare;
    I knew those who care.