Always like the Nightingale and the Rose

A Red Rose was all that the Young Man wished.

A Red Rose to find the true love in others eyes, in others lips, in others song.

"Give me a Red Rose and I will sing you my sweetest song"

The Nightingale was always wandering.

"Give me a Red Rose and I will sing you my sweetest song".

Helping, caring.

"My roses are Red. As Red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the greats fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost have nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses in all this year".

There were only a way to reach it.

That way was related with the tears of the Nightingale.

"You must build it out of Music by the Moonlight, and staind it with your own hearts blood"

"I'm not afraid".

And like a shadow left.

And in the shadows died.

Singing, wandering, loving.

That's love.

Always is pressure againts the thorn.

"Has the Nightingale feelings?"

Was the Young Man wandering.

Wandering when the facts were pointing.

Pointing to the Moon, to the Pale Rose painted in Red.

"A Red Rose is all that you need".

A Red Rose, not me.

That's what the Sparrow was reading.

The Sparrow dind't know how to sing.

The Sparrow was not as beautiful as the Nightingale.

That's because she was crying, shouting.

Shouting while the preassure over her tiny breast was killing her.

Only to get a Red Rose for someone else.

It's always the same.

[...]

She loves you not, she loves you still, but she'll never love again.

She lais besides you, but she will be there when you're gone.

Black heart scarring darker still. 

Yes, she will be there when you're gone.

Dead sure she'll be there.

[...]

Dead sure I'll be there.

Now Playing: The Unforgiven II --- Metallica

Give me a Red Rose and I will sing my sweetest song.

I was wandering, even when I know you can't.

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Lost. Just pushed out by inertia. I don't know where am I going.