They were your roses, it was your garden

I was a small memory

In an ocean meant for the forgotten

Hatred creates a mirage

It burns relations hiding behind a camouflage

World is loosing sight against the evil attempts

Love is the only cure for all that's in contempt

I see you shining in the stars

The light, though it reaches me, it's echoes still come from the past

Older days when we could say

Sun shines behind those rustic caves

And as they said, in the end everything will be okay

This garden nurtures the souls

Making everything about their mystic core