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