They the flowers that fall,
who gave their all.
Petals scattered upon the winds of time.
Be they mine, or thine,
Nay, the World be large, full of fear
and belongeth to on one.
leaves float, do not gloat
until the ground they reach.
Gold Gilded
Pink floral, bloodbath, wasted.
upon the floor they lie,
left there to die
for do not try, to help
Rebirth, regeneration
be at hand, if only we strive for more.
For man doeth not make war for peace,
he maketh war to win,
and this must go on, no more.
Gold gilded,
pink floral, bloodbath, wasted.
If we do not act now
then no more shall we be
and upon the floor they lie,
just, left there to die.