The flowers are fusty, with thorns turning blue
the angels are withering, thou art where are you?
when summer has endeth its term, now autumn takes its fold
what has happened my world, why is everyone so lorn?
i wait in my garden; no it aint one of them greens
and ponder on the future, my God it looks so bleak!
the angel of death arrives here, does she ask for my three wishes?
but hello to the other and goodbye to this world, i've had enough indeed!
the flowers are fusty, with thorns turning blue
the angels are withering, thou art where are you?
has love taken its toll or do we wait in silent desire
has love decided to end it all, all whims ending in fire?
But behold the new world awaits!
in place of shadows there lies the way
in place of sorrow there blooms enlightenment
true falsehood gives birth to the real truth?
And i ask God for the bounties of this world
Do we take them or leave?
If i had the chance would i end it all here?
Would i take my fair share, would i really leave?
But we wait for a cure, how can i find one
Is there a choice, do we really have one?
Is there a truth, where can i find it?
Are there answers to these questions, are there questions to these answers?
So i walk, hand in hand with an angel; where will she take me?
But we wait for the cure in my garden of sorrow
do not even the other worlds stand this pain?
Not even heaven holds the cure, nor does h**l?
So i live, in wait of a cure
And i'll live another century or two
Before she comes again, i'll wait for her
In this blooming garden of truth
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