ROSES

When a rose becomes a shadow
	and the truth's so far away.
The fire kindles lower
	fading every day.

When the rain's an endless torment
	that rattles at your door.
A face behind a window
	and tears on the floor.

When a kiss is cold and lifeless
	a touch the feel of pain.
Falling tears of fading love
	echoed by the endless rain.

Now the silent thoughts in an empty bed
	all the things you should have said.
But it doesn't matter what you say
	when the ashes blow away.

The gentle brush of summer's gale
	becomes a winter's reckless hail.
And you never know what to do
	when all your dreams come true.