Resting.

In the time of death
There is the rose of life
Like falling to pieces
Then to rise
Shining like angels
The strong wings unfurl
If you could be special
So I wish.

I may just go quite
People are lost like i
There are the sleepy streets
How could they
They do anyway
How does the horror
Get toward the exit
And escape
I would hold your hand
And softly say.

Years pass
Nobody seems to listen much
Everyone for themselves
I just drink my wine
Cause people don't care anymore
Anyways.