That place with padded walls a
A red rose glimmers from morning dew
The sunlight filters through delicate skin
Silhoueting veins it cannot pass through
I'm drunk on the beauty, thoughts are aspin
My wistful heart says love someday must win
That our doves aren't lost in infinite skies
But my dreams are dilluted once again
And I am bewildered, lost in the "why's"
A tear slips out to a God I despise
He stole your presence from this dismal earth
You were an angel, a star in disguise
A destined savior from your very birth
This morning I put this rose on your grave
A small thank you for my life you did save
Thinking is just what a great many people think they are doing when they are merely rearranging their predjudices.