ROSES

Therian sits down and relaxes,
his harp resting gently in his crested arms.
Therian silences his harp.

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

Therian smiles distantly,
the music rising from the harp as the words drift from his tongue.

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

Therian continues, the unchanging rhythm kissing the breeze.
	When a kiss is cold and lifeless
	a touch the feel of pain.
	Falling tears of fading love
	echoed by the endless rain.

Therian slows for a moment, letting the words trail,
then resumes with force and emotion.
	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.

Therian continues...nearing the end of the song.
	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.
Therian echoes, "...all your dreams come true..."

Therian's voice slowly fades, his last words echoing softly...