constant suffering surrounds us all as we dance in our arrogance cautiously we speak, like pulling teeth as we swallow our tongues so cry out with a rose in hand tear it in two, it hung over you not to rest on graves or a lovers vase but to keep us silent we wont be silent blinding and deceiving what they tell us is the half-truth in the autumn of our lives we decay In the autumn of our lives we wont wither in denial so misleading when the answer is right behind you throw the rose away and bloom