The tempest withers the red rose,
sun stares down into my wounded soul.
Above us all, there he stood
a figure in the dark.
Swimming with angels in the sky
singing a lullaby of memories.
The melody they play
is only for you.
......
The tempest withers the red rose,
sun stares down into my wounded soul.
Above us all, there he stood
a figure in the dark.
Swimming with angels in the sky
singing a lullaby of memories.
The melody they play
is only for you.
......