

Withering serenadeThey held hands, under the starry sky, Laying together, as time passed by, Crickets were chirping, in sweet serenade, As the seeds of a rose, were watered and laid,Withering serenade
But alas, before that sweet flower could raise, Fate would end this beautiful day, Fore only fate could tear lovers away, From those crickets who chirped, that sweet serenade,
Heading home from the place, Where the flower was raised, That cruel hand of fate, waved his stave, And the two once lovers, were taken away,
Two lives, once intertwined, now fade, And that rose, still young, w


Just Another TrajedyThe Crowd, cheering the night away, Another win, they pray, A testament to their strength,Just Another Trajedy
A girl, sits alone on a bench, Seeming distracted, Not attentive to the game,
The loss, only felt by her, Lost in her own world, Not willing to live again,
Chorus: She had heard the tragedies told, Of lost lovers and their widows, But never before had the sorrow left a trace,
Losing him meant the death of her soul, Lost love making her grow old, Never again would she feel his embrace, : End Chorus
A rose, Planted
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