Roses are red
blood red dripping down...

Come young one
Come share with me your scars...

You are my angel
That cares for me...

A world beyond our own
with no stereotypes, no hypocrites...

A friend is someone who
is always there...

Softly sitting on your slanted lap
the wind hitting...

The day i cried
like i never cried before...

Red rose petals dancing
with the black cherry tree...

Heat rising from the vent
music pounding in my ear...

They fought for our independents
and the government took it away...

Your blood drips down as you cry
your sitting, wondering why...