Roses and birds

No I won't, I won't deny
it would be like saying
roses are not red
and birds just can not fly

But neighter will I
will I admit
It would be like pretending
roses are all mine
and it's up to me the time
for birds to fly
oh the birds that fly
time for birds to fly
oh the birds that fly

So maybe, just maybe
I'm not meant to be dreaming now
and maybe, just maybe
it's not time to say it out loud
and maybe, just maybe
I'm not meant to be figuring this out
and maybe, just maybe
is not time to stir it up

But I can sing my mysterious song
that won't mention your name
but will ease my soul

Yeah I will sing
my childish melody
'cause all I can do now
all I can do now
is to sing my song

So maybe, just maybe
I'm not meant to be dreaming now
and maybe, just maybe
it's not time to say it out loud