Passages of Time

The roses I loved four years ago seem to be wilting now
Just a reminder of how a memory can live without a sound
And mock the sadness of regret with painful scars and thorns
Even with the most gentle touch you find your flesh is torn

With crimson red to paint the ash of the ever dying flower
To gain again the remembrance of every damn waking hour
When words were golden in the silence of saying all too much
And every emotion could be felt with one single touch

We break our hearts with painted dreams and long for yesterday
With bouquets of fallen memories we lost along the way
And Angels sing with broken wings, the same solemn woes
With every chord, and every verse, still the fury grows

That within our reach was something real, something pure and new
And living more for ourselves was something we couldn’t do
As we escape through passages of our loneliness and regret
Falling deeper in our man made Hells, never to forget