The flower in the Fire
A world darker then ours may seem like peace
even silence the world beats under our feet.
A world without smiles the laughter
and such, is a world so dark yet its all around us
Quiet yet loud,music no beat the lyrics
they pierce but we refuse to read.
Read the lives of the people we lost
hear there music, there rhythm,
the focus so broke the mirror that shattered,
the rose, that burned the people who chatter,
The mist so cold right beneath our feet, yet we refuse
to read, we refuse to see
see the people who lost there lives protecting our own
and shielding our eyes
A rose in the fire a light without built here our
our songs because here we live!!!