constant suffering surrounds us all as we dance in our arrogance   cautiously we speak, like pulling teeth as we swallow our tongues      so cry out with a rose in hand   tear it in two, it hung over you   not to rest on graves or a lover's vase   but to keep us silent   we won't be silent      blinding and deceiving   what they tell us is the half-truth   in the autumn of our lives we decay   In the autumn of our lives we won't wither in denial   so misleading when the answer is right behind you   throw the rose away and bloom