We were not yet ready
To see you go down in flames and ashes
Through which your iron heart still gracefully flashes
So many centuries passed by your rosetta’s eyes
Wherein you wittnessed war, peace, intrigues and lies
Your womb housed birth, marriage and death
Sinners sought forgivness under your roses’ wreath
Oh our dear lady
We were not yet ready
For your last prayer
Sermoning nothing will last forever
That even the strongest wall
One day has to fall
So our dear lady
We might never be ready
But here’s your farewell
You’ll live through the stories we’ll continue to tell
©mywritingtherapy