Dont wait for me at the gates of heaven

Even if your lips are blue
I would still want to kiss you
even if your blood no longer runs red
I'll caress your skin with the same passion

A rosen hued epitaph
words fall with the weight of sorrow
mornin' dew settles upon her shoulders
the sun will rise black in the wake of tomorrow

Catching the rain in a water-lily cup
you cant catch the tears that rain from the heavens above
misty breathes speak of words we regret
a mourners hand frail with the touch of the blood-less

The red rose laid in the shadow of a tomb stone
if i cant ever see your face, least i'll rest above your bones
sleep until its my time to greet your grace
though i shall be leaving you waiting at heavens gate