Rebecca - Blue Roses

I have come to realize

My bad memories

Were an indulgence of mine

So I close my tired eyes

Stop this tran of thought

Stop it dead in its tracks

But will you put your faith in something

When you are afraid?

That’s what we were taught

To bow our heads and pray

Turn yourself around

You can do better, Rebecca

Turn yourself around

Make yourself better, Rebecca

I can sit and try to conjure words

But there is nothing left to prove you

Let me sit and watch you working

I Won’t be a pain you will not notice me at all

Gone like seasons

All wasted

I did not see the winter

Like a child