This is the fresh picked rose,
light shining off the early morning dew.
This is the new mother,
face emanating with that happy hue.
This is the friend that never tires,
and the smile that never fades,
this is the heart that’ll always beat
for this love, this cause, newly made.

I’d like to think that this heart could beat forever,
I’d like to believe that this love could never end,
these hearts will resist,
this feeling can last,
it is not my time to take
this bitter dose of reality.

This is the withered rose,
dull and gray.
This is the resistant child
fighting for a getaway.
This is the broken bond
that time creates,
these are the heartfelt letters
that hardened words obliterate.
These are the hidden tears
that resist to fall,
this is the heart that made a promise,
this is the ending of us all.