Petal roses rattle in the wind, upon cement
Their beautiful red, withered black with death
Cinders of the winter ashes to an old friend
Dreams and laughter brought to an end
I recall the roads we rode, speedily in the night
Early hip-hop prose and schoolyard fights
Now alone I walk wearily gazing at the city lights
There is an eerie feeling inside
As I raid the memories of my mind
It’s been years since I’ve shed a tear
Another experience that died
I am now yearning to have it revived
It seems to have been left far behind
In the shadows of moments stolen from my life
Yet my thoughts of you do not measure against time
Never will they fail to weather as it passes me by
For these thrills of lows and highs are mine
Ropes upon which I continue to climb
I hope when I see you, to be greeted with a smile
In a green valley free of those needles and lies
And though it may draw near
Without fear, I pray this certainty will still be a while
Before I too fade in man's eyes and into the sky disappear