roses on the ground
perfectly in place
inviting me to walk on
a blackbird flies
echoing the winds
of a song
is this the place
they call
paradise?
is this the home
we're promised
when we die?
nothing is beautiful
it is a lie
heavy, is it even still beating?
surrounding me
are seven thousand
crystal castles
where waters crawl
its way underneath
stones of gold
is this the place
they call
paradise?
nothing is beautiful
it is a lie
heavy, is it even still beating?