id like you to see, see everything.without an explanation, cause words don't really mean anything, id like you to listen to what i felt through out me, the water still running down, the water still flowing slow inside of me.
my story will forever go on untold and unknown,the pages will grow and yonder on like the dieing and birthing roses in your secret garden.
the road, like the sun, the light that'll soon open the days, and then end with the days nights, that soon turn to weeks, weeks that turn to months, months that turn to years.
will i live years without tender love, will i live life without love, or must i love without life.
all my tears done with love, never loveless, never uninspired, and but to cry so much more, and but to cry out all loves thorns, I'll die in thins bed of roses, unloved and in love, a real story's end. To be in love with the world that'll never have a loveless end.
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