Cyrus is a singer-songwriter from India who has been writing lyrics and music for over four decades.
Story behind the song
This song was written and composed over a period of two weeks in June 2009, as a collaboration with Michael Taub and Curtis Campbell, both from the USA, for a competition on the MusesMuse site. The aim of the competition was to compose an original song whose title and lyric theme had to be "Trampled Roses" .... As I recall, there were 8-10 entries, this was ours. It started off with Michael and Curtis being responsible for the lyric and me for the music and recording, but I got involved in the lyric process also, and this is how it all turned out...
Lyrics
TRAMPLED ROSES
© 2009
Lyrics : Michael Taub, Curtis Campbell, Cyrus Vesuvala
Music: Cyrus Vesuvala
I pick up trampled petals of the flowers
That I'd left the week before
And as I think of our last hours
And a future that's no more
I fight to swallow back the tears
And the pain this thought exposes
I know that you've been here all these years
I've been seeing those trampled roses...
Fell in love when we were little
Our love blossomed from the start
Initials etched into our tree
An arrow through a heart
I can still hear you call my name
Still hear your peals of laughter
It's just time I have a lot of
As I contemplate the thought of
This awful lonely long
Forever after...
Red trampled roses
My friends tell me you are gone
But I see those scattered roses
And I sense you here so strong
Red trampled roses
And I know that they're all wrong
Red, red, roses
Red trampled roses
You've been right here, all along...
Rosie I was stupid, drunk
And racing through the night
You were with me scared, I never saw
That turn it was too tight
I did you wrong, and while this song
May never make it right
My heart is once more racing
At the prospect that I'm facing
Soon, you can stop your pacing
Through the night
Red trampled roses
They all say that you are gone
I see those scattered roses
And I know that they're all wrong
Red trampled roses
I sense you here so strong
Red, red, roses
Red trampled roses
You've been watching, all along...
I pick up the petals of the flowers
That I'd left the week before...
