I lay a path covered with roses, come and step right in
Look at you surroundings, singing birds...and your heart of tin
Feel free to release you soul and mind, feel free to breath
Come and fallow me through this path, in which I?ll begin to lead
Pick up a rose, smell the scent, and tell me what you think
Don?t dry the rose, enjoy it throughly let it?s inspiration sink
Take off you mask, take off the robes, run and feel the rush
Open your arms, scream and yell your troubles that are such
Sing with me, sprint with me, yet you make the decision alone
Will you walk this path of roses, or walk as a cursed crone
Listen to the whispers, listen to the silence, listen to your thoughts
Remember your laughter, forget all your tears, recall what you?ve been taught
Now step aside from this path of roses, and begin one of your choice
You need not company of strangers, but your one and only voice