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

A friend is someone who
is always there...

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

Roses are red
blood red dripping down...

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

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

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

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

You are my angel
That cares for me...

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

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