The Hawk with the Rose
Six o' clock and all was well
But from the sky, the sun fell
Wheels spun on rolling feet
Echoing the deathly beat
In all their glory they didn't see
Everything she was to me
No horn, no scream, just the crack of glass
And one small car going way too fast
The breaks screeched as he hit my friend
And in that moment, it was the end
Of laughter and smiles and a hug we use to share
Only death lingered in the air
It was too late, yet she was so close
But no matter what, I'll remember the hawk with the rose
The hawk, showing strength in her last breath
And the mercy of receiving an instant death
And finally the rose representing pure beauty from within
And the last flower of a regretted sin
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