Roses and Reality

The authors and the poets Are synonymous with saints Immortalized by stories and their tales of human ache They tell us of the glory of a promised holy land Simultaneously in our reach but out of hand Cinderella turned herself a servant to a queen Happily ever after in another fantasy Stories passed and stories told until the end of time Writing our own narratives so we don't lose our minds Loving seems so easy When you look to fairy tales A heart of gold happens to stumble On a soul that''s frail But those lessons don't work when you apply them to our lives Accounting for the sufferings unique to humankind Like the knowledge that we'll die and lie and cheat along the way And there's men who beat their wives because a woman's easy prey Every day that passes by somebody dies alone Somebody who probably loved someone in their own time They couldn't have imagined How Why me How'd it happen to us Was it destined to be How Why me We were falling apart I was blind to see So long Goodbye We dug our well We ran it dry So long To you and me Maybe for knowing you I've grown So long Goodbye We dug our well We ran it dry So long To you and me Maybe for knowing you I've grown So treasure all your moments That are spent in states of bliss I've learned there's nothing more redeeming Than an honest woman's kiss For now I've lost my lover I have come to realize That roses and reality Are seldom intertwined