You cry from pain,
You cry out of guilt.
You cry at day.
You cry at night.
Instead of spreading peace,
You fight
Roses wilt,
Roses die.
When roses wilt,
You cry.
Pain hurts.
That�s obvious.
But why must everything?
I cry out of pain.
I cry out of guilt.
I cry when roses wilt.
They bring tears to my eyes,
So I have no choice but to cry
