This is a song written with a Beatles type soft melody...

These apple colored-roses tell a song of yesteryear
One that's full of hope and promise, and a little fear
The colors flashing down like lightning flowing into truth
These stories that you tell of, you have but little proof

Tales of majesty and love until the bitter end
Monsters in the detail, denials in the trend
Surrender now unto the dusk, the sun it falls so low
The moon it rises up above us, and speaks of a new low

Jealosy and anger are but a little dream
The masterpiece we write of, isn't what it seems
As we lay here miles apart, the telling is in vain
I wonder if it ever will, begin once again

Let it be, oh, let it be, the siren softly sings
The muse who plays her golden harp, discords softly
Melting like the snow upon my stars will surely rise
This is my melody, the song of my demise

The music plays on quietly, can you hear the call
The amber waves of light, seem to reveal all
As we climb the mountaintop, just to reach the brink
Jump of of the ocean or your boat will surely sink

Relax love child of life, beacon of my dreams
The music ends it here, fall asleep and sink
Deep into the slumber, never to awake
Lose your tears, forget your fears, so that we can be safe
Then come and sing, softly to me
Like a melody, and then its all over