Burnt Roses

Staring in the light of the fire Watching these roses turn to black I’m burning them to pieces So the memories won’t come back As the petals slowly crumble So do the memories in my mind The ones that are hard to bury But easier to find Future mistakes prevented From lessons that I’ve learned More pain and hurt will disappear Like the roses that I’ve burned The black smoke rises high above And blends into the dawn Those final memories drift away Until your finally gone