• Children growing
    Almost knowing
    What is yet to come.

    Help is waiting
    So come and save me
    To get me through tonight.

    Something redder
    Something better
    Almost crimson blood.

    Someone crying
    Someone dieing
    Piercing through the night.

    In a moment
    Our hearts can shatter
    Like my mother’s china.

    So like a rose
    That grows and grows
    Thorns will always come.