black rose
My heart is broken,
my dreams are lost,
flying like feathers
in the hands of a ghost.
As I am walking
down the road,
I hear screams
and shotgun blows.
A moment of sorrow,
sadness and pain,
my brother was found
with a bullet in his vein.
I scream, I cry,
I swear to revenge,
his death at twenty
must be avenged.
The funeral came,
and my only offer,
a little white rose,
that turned into black,
because of my want
to bring him right back.
my dreams are lost,
flying like feathers
in the hands of a ghost.
As I am walking
down the road,
I hear screams
and shotgun blows.
A moment of sorrow,
sadness and pain,
my brother was found
with a bullet in his vein.
I scream, I cry,
I swear to revenge,
his death at twenty
must be avenged.
The funeral came,
and my only offer,
a little white rose,
that turned into black,
because of my want
to bring him right back.
12 feb 2008
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