I cant appreciate the flowers,
because everything beautiful dies.
There's pain in the evening sunset...
when I cant see it through your eyes.
No glistening dew on the window
as the sun begins to rise,
only reflections of the empty night
as I remember last goodbyes.
Do I dare to trust the sunshine
and it's promise of a brand new day?
Or just as I learn to love it...
will it be taken away?
Beauty of the rose that blooms,
is only on loan to see...
but pleasure that it brought to all...
meant a special love to me.
To trust in God is to trust in love,
so peace will finally come,
and replace the pain here left behind
...at least it will for some.
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