The Roses

Who am I for you to notice?
Covered in a cloud of pure bliss
Who am I for you to love?
Will it ever be enough?
To the point where seams had tattered
Hope was dashed, broken and scattered
On the ground the roses bloomed
In the pale beams of the moon
Oh when you were
It was right
Oh then you are
It’s so right
Who am I for you to notice?
Sheltered in a cavern of bliss
Harbored away from abyss
Who am I for you to notice?
Oh when you were
It was right
Oh then you are
It’s so right