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 a lady in red inside your home suffers alone .