This is another song I wrote.

When you cry i used to feel you pain.

When I sing i used to feel your faith.

I used to hope for you and me,…

Because rotting flowers can still smell sweet,

At least I h-hope that true.

Because I still need you! Still needing you!

But now a stone that marks you-ou.

And a dirty coffin is separating us slowly,

My memories are fading,..

But there’s still hope every now and then!

Because Rotting flowers can still smell sweet…

For you and me.