White flowers stained red with blood
Red turns to black, then slowly fades away grey.
Grey turns into sorrow, which drives thee insane
White flowers stained red with blood.
White flowers stained red with blood start to crumple and wither away.
Trails of flower dust lead to the new hope,
a hope of happiness and freedom.
White flowers stained red with blood.
White flowers stained red with blood,
we follow the trails,
but it only leads to sorrow
White flowers wither and die.
White flowers wither and die
we hear the screams,
the screams of children
the screams of mothers. we turn to run, but then get sucked in
White flowers wither and die
The cut is gone but the mark remains,
the pain still remains,
the memory still remains
all it still the same.
White flowers stained red with blood.
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