Dead Roses

This garden of sorrow and pain Beauty still blooms Through its despair For each rose holds a story Untold About a precious life who once stood unfold And each of these flowers I could find Keeps Special memory left behind Although death is meant To bring us strife In every dead rose I See a life Dead, dead roses They're calling me Somewhere Inside a withered garden They're calling Me, they're calling Dead, dead roses Your Voice is getting closer I can't believe it's over I'm calling you, I'm calling you For many years I've been hostage of mourning Hiding deep Inside my thoughts I haven't seen My own reflection Since you were gone This cannot go on Our garden's lost, Alone without dreams Fallen leaves, Dead stems and thorns Are the only Ones who'll always remind me That you are Gone and everything's wrong Dead, Dead roses They're calling me somewhere Inside a withered garden They're calling me, They're calling Dead, dead roses Your voice is Getting closer I can't believe it's over I'm calling You, I'm calling you The scent of Rose is so sweet And pure Now it remains a faint memory To Endure The beauty of the rose is lost and Gone Like a fleeting dream Leaving behind a melancholy Tone And desperate scream Dead, dead roses They're calling me somewhere Inside a withered garden They're calling me, They're calling Dead, dead roses Your voice is Getting closer I can't believe it's over I'm calling You, I'm calling you I'm calling you, I'm calling You