The roses are dead,

The people are in pain.

The roses are dead,

The people will explain.

The roses are dead.

Yet we can’t seem to say…

The roses are dead,

And soon we shall pay.

The roses are dead,

Thanks to the selfish.

The roses are dead,

Now it seems so hellish.

The roses are dead,

And I think I have to run.

The roses are dead,

And he will destroy everyone....

(This is based on a book I’m writing called The Zodiac Series)

“Are you sure you’re ready, Leto?” My best friend Rai asks.

“I…I think so.” I whisper, anxiously watching for signs of movement in the forest around us.

I glance up at the rainbow above us, reminding me of how I got here. The same rainbow that lead me here fourteen years ago. The same rainbow that dragged me into this mess. The sa...

They welcome all travelers,

All stories, All lives.

They welcome all travelers,

All types, All kinds.

They welcome all travelers,

And yet they’re all the same.

They welcome all travelers,

Except those who are brave.

They welcome all travelers,

All who agree.

They welcome all travelers,

All who dont flee.

They welcome all travelers,

All who are carefree.

They welcome all travelers,

Except you an...