• There once was a man,
    who sailed the ocean blue,
    he left his wife, a house,
    and a child of two.

    No one's seen him since that day
    Gone for months was he,
    Worried, his wife waited for his return
    But one day recieved a letter in turn.

    "Dear miss," said the messenger,
    "I have a letter from your husband"
    "Oh is it really his?"
    Yes, he wrote it by his own hand"

    The messenger bowed and took his leave,
    leaving the woman their to grieve.
    Opening the letter she began to read,
    seeing where oh where this would lead.

    "A glass rose was dropped
    shattered into pieces
    I tried to grab another,
    but my attempts only went under

    When our hearts start to beat,
    we reluctantly keep our territories.
    And continue to protect them
    which is no fair ease.

    My hands look tainted
    even though I kept them clean.
    And before I question my memory,
    my memory questions me.

    We will definitely meet,
    with the same vibration as our sign.
    Seeking out each other through time.
    When we both fell for the same reason,
    we’ll understand the meaning of our existence.

    As long as we exist,
    we have no choice but to take up spaces.
    In one spot of sunshine for you,
    it’s a bit crowded for two.

    A glass rose was dropped.
    When it fell, something broke out.
    And we bathed in sunshine
    while we tried to figure it out

    We realized those steps we took hand in hand,
    mean nothing but merely numbers.
    The thing we must understand,
    is somewhere between 1 and 0.

    We will meet for the first time,
    with the same cry as our sign.
    Dear I will never forget you,
    I will always call out for you.

    When we are both burried for the same reason,
    promises will be made.
    You are here, because I can feel you.
    In one spot of sunshine, I will find you.

    We are one another’s mirror that
    reflects our karma.
    While our tainted hands touch each other,
    and feel their silhouette together.

    Please do not forget, I will always call out for you from inside of this glass rose.
    Yes, we will finally meet,
    when our cross stands tall
    above the reasons as they fall.

    Our promise will be complete from this day on
    and we will become one. "