Wondering as I stare the sky, will my soul be able fly, to those whom my heart have failed to deny, to reach my beloved I know my spirit will try.

Laughing my misery in vain, staring at the moonless night in pain, screaming his name to free me from this horrible chain, for all what I wish for now is for me to regain, to relive that moment again, please don’t deny me this simple aim.

As I lie in the place where roses die, they are looking down at me in a tearful eye, telling me “ There is no point for you to try, from this existence we will let you fly.”