There was a time in my life, not so long ago
Wen everything around my head was pink
Then
All my skies turned grey, ashes from a burning day
The day I saw my world wasn't made of roses
There was a time of us
For you, for me
So joyful we used to be, in my world of roses
I'll not let you go
Although
When I look into the sky we shared all I see is darkness
All my skies turned grey, ashes from a burning day
Who picked all the roses
Someday I believe all the thorns will thin away
All the hurts and sadness of these dreary days
We will find our time again
Everything around my head will be pink
Not grey
Life leftovers of a beautiful day
Ashes of our selves blown away
To leave room for roses.
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