Here I am drifting away to a world where strength guards the gates of its city,
Where love flirts around with the wind,
Where poetry stands at the highest mountain and roars its depth,
And I, lying down on the green mattress of nature while leaves falling, resting beside me,
Where the wind blows softly and swiftly at my ice cold face,
My brown eyes opened, my brown hair seem to be like silk,
My lips were the same colour of a rose petal,
I wept for my stolen heart and held a rose in my fingers,
The thorns dug into my flesh refusing the hands that held it,
A drop of blood fell down like a tear from my heart,
Soon my body was left alone under the trees as evidence for the world to see,
My eyes gazing at the sky, haunting the vision of thy people's mind, that never faded away,
My soul drifted away to thy friends and gave them the touch of feelings, that I'm gone forever
That was the kiss of death, that fell in love with me and clutched me away from this world

As I sit and think of you,
Tears dwell in my eyes,
My heart is like a wilting rose,
Each petal slowly dies,
There are not many petals left,
As I cry my tears of pain,
They keep on streaming down,
Like the falling rain,
But as my tears subside,
The last petal withers and falls,
My heart is broken and shattered,
"How could you?"
It endlessly calls.