An Undying Apology

He was a scrawny little boy, holding his heart up close

With his blurry eyes, his hand was holding a red rose

His heart apologized, his tongue to commit he chose

But she wasn't there to accept his apology.

Its changed, its not the same, its different, she said

The sun, the fire, the flames drifted; have burned the bed

Ashes remain where a city of unquenchable dreams stood

The wind and the ashes blurred his crying apology.

One moment its there, the palace of dreams and bone

Then the fire burns, and burns right out of control

The silence clouds the embers that flicker and stroll

And in the silence no one hears his kneeling apology.

What does he say to make amends?

What does he do so the feeling suspend?

Turn back the time, or from ashes build the city once more

Would only happen when nature roar his undying apology.