Rose leaves on a palm of a hand

Exposure will make them ascend

Careful not to clench too tight

They lose color

And leave just a memory behind



These days are a dime a dozen



Run-down shelter gaining strength

From troubles' demise

Gaunting thoughts will step aside

One less but the leaves will bloom



Can one perfect day

Compensate all the grief I've felt?

Can one thriving leaf

Replace a withering crop?

Can one perfect day

Compensate all the grief I've felt?

Can one thriving leaf

Replace a withering crop?



When all the others are lost



All this time

I've filled my hands with emptiness

A swirl of wind has taken them

All this time

I've filled my hands with emptiness

But from this point forward

I'll remember to keep them safe and sound



I won't forget

what it is to stumble through the dark waters

I won't forget

that in the deepest abyss I still have red in my hands



Red in my hands

In my hands!



All this time

I've filled my hands with emptiness

A swirl of wind has taken them

All this time

I've filled my hands with emptiness

But from this point forward

I'll remember to keep them safe and sound



All this time

Emptiness

But from this point forward

I'll remember to keep them safe and sound

All this time

I will remember