The roses have wilted br The violets are dead br The violets aren't blue br And the roses aren't red br br Spring in gone br Summer is cold br Old is young br And young is old br br The sky is the ground br And The ground, the sky br The flowers are dying br And so am I br br Growing so long br Finally in bloom br We never wanted br To be cut by you br br You've taken our life br Our very source of hope br And tied us in a vase br With elastic rope br br We can't get free br We can't see the sky br The flowers are dead now br And so am Ibr br Gabriella Francobr br