Morn the world for losing a flower
Burned, burned and keeps burning by fire
people are content, freezing hell
is the world, their hearts and eyes
forgot how to drop a tear, even to feel
and only controlled by lies
passing a river of blood, giving no comment
but their unreal feelings and morals
are raised because their dignity of reality.
while their souls are deep underground,
their bodies are up and all around
hopeless trying to save the flower
to be reached by their own fire.