Path of Roses

I lay a path covered with roses, come and step right in

Look at you surroundings, singing birds...and your heart of tin

Feel free to release you soul and mind, feel free to breath

Come and fallow me through this path, in which I?ll begin to lead



Pick up a rose, smell the scent, and tell me what you think

Don?t dry the rose, enjoy it throughly let it?s inspiration sink

Take off you mask, take off the robes, run and feel the rush

Open your arms, scream and yell your troubles that are such



Sing with me, sprint with me, yet you make the decision alone

Will you walk this path of roses, or walk as a cursed crone

Listen to the whispers, listen to the silence, listen to your thoughts

Remember your laughter, forget all your tears, recall what you?ve been taught



Now step aside from this path of roses, and begin one of your choice

You need not company of strangers, but your one and only voice

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Again, this poem is dedicated to my best friend Cynthia

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