LADY IN RED
She lays on the ground with white roses in a gown
A piece of clip on her hair and a smile on her face
Danger on her arms cross her vein wreck her hearth
Living on the edge breathing space of lullaby.
Innocent like a dove wants to flee but cannot
Never ask anyone curse of life she became
Damage and broken she is sadly in vein
A mess of time scars of lifetime she have found
Young but old in the coffin of her thoughts and blame
A lady stain with blood of sadness and sorrows
Is the same lady in red inside your home crying alone .
A piece of clip on her hair and a smile on her face
Danger on her arms cross her vein wreck her hearth
Living on the edge breathing space of lullaby.
Innocent like a dove wants to flee but cannot
Never ask anyone curse of life she became
Damage and broken she is sadly in vein
A mess of time scars of lifetime she have found
Young but old in the coffin of her thoughts and blame
A lady stain with blood of sadness and sorrows
Is the same lady in red inside your home crying alone .