afi

I´m laid down to rest

under a bed of flowers

I don´t want to let go

but it´s not in my power

I want to see the apples

that have cherised my eyes

I ache to see the apples

that are growing as I die

I´ve had my share of luck

I´ve made all the mistakes

It´s now time for a journey

in a world without hate

I´ll watch over my apples

& stroke away their tears

ready with my open arms 

to greet them when their here

So I lay myself to rest

under a bed of roses