::Dressed in black with a rose in my hand

i now understand that i kept you for as long as i could

it's time to let go

i stared into your watery eyes as you wandered into the light

i watched though my eyelids were closed as my memory captured the sight

i'm breathing though a part of me died

it doesn't seem right

i'm standing as life lingers on it's time to move on

i stared into your watery eyes as you wandered into the light

i watched though my eyelids were closed as my memory captured the sight

one day with a rose in my hand

i'll see you again::

:: Me encontré con esta canción excesivamente simbólica, en el sentido que cada símbolo se corresponde con una circunstancia real...es redonda, en el sentido de que me parece perfecta, porque no queda nada afuera, nada sin decir...desde el título hasta la última línea. En este sentido: "una parte de mí muerta" vive en esta canción, la guardo como registro de una etapa importante, fundante, del comienzo de un camino, de una nueva manera de mirar y eso lo agradeceré siempre. No quiero borrar nada, porque cada pedazito me condujo hasta aquí...::