The once-blooming red roses on your grave are starting to wilt
The gossamer petals slowly sifting away, along with my guilt
I wipe my tears and cease my painful cries
Because now is the time for me to finally say goodbye
And as you spread your celestial wings, break free, and fly
I too, shall remove my chains and shackles, and really try
To walk the right and lighted path, and even though I’m alone
Perhaps this time, maybe…I’ll finally make it home.