Sacrifice

I fell down a hill, field with red and black roses.
Were I hurt myself with their thorns,
living on my skin cuts and browses
and every one of them signified the sacrifice that I make
just to be with you.

Actually I did not fell, I was pushed.
The world pushed me way down.
Expecting suffering from me.
But what they don’t understand is that I fell with love,
even if it hurts I don’t care cause in the end you are there,
waiting for me,
waiting in my fall.

When I got there I was shock to see,
That the same sacrifice you made for me,
to fall down the hill and hurt yourself.

Is time for us to cure our love and pain, cause by the world.
I feel better know cause in your arms I'm saved, I'm cured.