Withered Roses
A rose still grows no matter how much the wind blows...
And I know he still knows that we still remember in those...
...Moments of nostalgia... How this rose came to be...
And how its now withered and weathered, but it still smells as sweet........
I want to give strength to my Nan,
I want to help her stand and offer her this hand...
But now its writing this tribute, one I've always planned.
I've always had it in my mind that time will take its toll...
But I've fought reasons not to find feelings within my soul.
Im weakening at the thought of you weaping,
Screaming inside and not being able to tell anyone or sigh.
I want to find those tears and cry them for you...
I want you to hear my words said before you...
I want to walk you from wherever you are and talk you into staying.
I want you to ignore the pain you feel and pour your all into what I'm saying.
I wish I could give you my strength, because you deserve it so much more...
And I'm sure if you do pass Heaven'll have an open door.
And a seat named Michael McCormick, right where the Angels sore.
A rose still grows no matter how much the wind blows...
And I know he still knows that we still remember in those...
...Moments of nostalgia... How this rose came to be...
And how its now withered and weathered, but it still smells as sweet........
The past is a place I've never wanted to visit,
I feel like a coward now after seeing you live it.
All the things you've witnessed are of postitions of interest.
I can vision you in distress in my dreams...
But seeing it is never as real as it seems.
When I sleep I can wish you the best and it appears,
But now I keep seeing you lying almost motionless through tears.
I can see the years my youthful eyes were once blind too,
Its like I can hear your muffled cries through this voice but I can't find you.
And I can't even try to guide you because Id feel so out of place beside you...
I would never cry in front of you,
Because man to man Im already so far under you...
The things you've gone through,
And how you've always shone through...
Its a wonder how strong you've been all this time,
And I feel pity that all I can give you is these lines.
But these rhymes are my strength and I hope one day you'll read them...
And if not I'll keep them... Because I know I'll someday need them.
A rose still grows no matter how much the wind blows...
And I know he still knows that we still remember in those...
Moments of nostalgia... How this rose came to be...
And how its now withered and weathered, but it still smells as sweet........
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My Grandad's pretty Ill in hospital, i don't really know what to think and this I just wrote, hopefully to get some stuff off my chest. It isn my usual type of drop, but id like some feed.
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=184994
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...08#post2280408