If they only knew what i feel inside
i want to end all the words not tomorrow but tonight
there is nowhere to run
no field for this rose
how am i to forget every sense
when is natural to remember you
is there anything i could do to change this path?
can anyone tell me even in secret, i don't care
there is no field for this rose
no water nor sun
dying slowly on her own
if anyone knew how it feels
i would have my own field
i have to go.
- Rose A. Pernia