When the roses die
And we have cried together
Then I will turn away;
We’ll say goodbye, but not forever.
You were the lover of my youth
When fires burn the brightest
And I’ll remember through the years
A love too brittle to stand the test.
The crucible we’re fired in
Was never made of gold.
It only looked that way to us
But turns to lead as it grows cold.
Our dreams have paled, now we seek
Some hope to cling to in the storm.
That life has whipped to chaos here
Behind the love that kept us warm.
The world is older now, but yet
We know there is no harder task
We’ll ever face...we said goodbye,
There is no other choice, when the roses die.