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Blue Roses

Walking�the�steps,�find�the�keys
opening�the�door�to�memories
Slowly�up�the�stairs,�the�meeting�place
shadows�of�the�past�across�your�face
I�follow�behind,�eyeing�the�same
ghosts�of�time�and�forgotten�names

Through�the�rooms�I�see�your�life�before�me
of�holiday�paper,�a�family�morning
I�wonder�which�of�the�gifts�weren't�wrapped
and�which�weren't�given�there�in�the�past
And�ironically,�the�stories�unfold
of�the�day�roses�bowed�down�to�the�cold

Yet�here�is�where�we�saw�for�the�first�time
that�unsure�kiss�of�yours�and�mine

Here�we�sit,�before�us�a�stage
the�living�room�of�an�earlier�age
Side�by�side,�you�confide�in�me
as�a�little�closer,�we're�pulling

In�your�hands,�the�keys�of�before
but�none�that�open�one�certain�door
The�one�you�can�slam�a�dozen�ways
but�won't�ever�close�the�yesterdays

So�I�sit�and�follow�you�back
to�the�not�so�long�ago�of�your�past
As�in�your�eyes,�that�distant�stare
and�a�hint�of�tears�holding�there

For�once�I�feel�like�you�did�then
the�hurt,�the�loss,�the�confusion
But�your�hands�in�mine�remind�me
this�is�now,�as�closer�we're�finding

Ourselves,�blue�roses�wilted
covered�in shadows,�jilted

But�even�fading,�with�a few thorns
still, we're�roses worth longing for

Smiles�brought�on�by�thoughts,�a�wish
no�pardon�for�memory,�we�kiss
And�only�one�thing�is�any�different
now�we're�sure�of�what�we're�in

Lights�go�down,�shadows�haunt�the�room
they�go�unnoticed,�we're�watching�the�bloom
of�blue�roses.

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