A Garden Walk (Echoes of 9/11)

What if this were the last beau-ti-ful day?
I nev-er thought I would be think-ing this way
Talk of the end-times was just to ap-pease
The love-lorn, who could-n't bear liv-ing in ease
How strange, now, to pon-der an im-mi-nent doom
O'er the hush of a sweet-scent-ed rose in full bloom.

I want my heart to stop break-ing
And it's as heav-y as a stone
Thrown a-gainst night's dark cloud
Fal-len o-ver me like a shroud
It ex-plodes in-to frag-ments like stars
Shin-y patch-es of scars

What if this were the last beau-ti-ful rose?
This gar-den, a grave, Earth gone to its fi-nal re-pose;
For years, heav-en's tears have at-tend-ed as rain,
Then a-rose to the sun to be hoped for, again.
How strange, now, this fun-'ral for life's end-less round,
With no mourn-er but I left to bur-y the ground.

(Repeat Chorus and Verse 1)

I want my heart to stop break-ing...
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The above is the basic lyric (by me, Bellowbelle, etc...). The link previously posted is just a PDF; I do have a sound file, in ZIP file 2 of the MIDI files on my site, BUT....the .mid is not too good!!! Sounds more like some 1950's doowop than a thoughtful ballad, the way it came out. (I can't do .wav files, just these kinda-weird .mid files.)

Anyway...there's the basic thought.