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

Roses are red
blood red dripping down...

A friend is someone who
is always there...

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

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

You are my angel
That cares for me...

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

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

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

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

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