While standing by the fire
He held a rose, dark blue
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of the new
Standing on a hilltop
Looking at the moon
Clutching the rose in his hands
Thinking about soon
Spring was slowly fainting
The rose got dark and dry
He looked outside the window
Watching the ravens fly
Finaly he had the answer
About what he whould do
The rose was soon forgotten
And left for something new
The boy left on his journey
His new life just begun
The world awaiting him
With lovelyness and fun
And the rose you ask
It lay forgotten on the ground
Waiting for another
A time it would be found
But that time never came...