• Children growing
    almost knowing
    what is yet to come

    Help is waiting
    so come and save me
    to get me through tonight

    Something better
    something redder
    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