Your back is turned, you see just what you want
Reaching for what you think you left back there
Unable to walk, you let what’s hurt you haunt
I see you in that world, path to nowhere
This strict and blackened vision, I want more
I long for golden hues of your sun
Battles fight with swords, but not so in our war
You stare ahead and think that you have won
The flowers you sent from your field of grief
Only piece of your world you’ll ever give
This rose that you’ve left here, bound by two leaves
This rose looks of you, it holds me captive
I’ll feel sweet relief if it’s thrown away
You do best alone, so have it your way
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