The roses let fall
or they live no more
the vines they let choke
the thorns live for war,
and you must fight them
or the night will not stand
the darkness will leave
if you stay your hand
Will the day come
if silent you stay?
Will the unseen
leave for the day?
Why don't you fight?
Why do you play?
The roses they scream
the plants they all say
"Welcome my light
welcome my sun
welcome all creatures
our wishes have come."
But not all wishes
come with the day
not all creatures
heat in sun's ray
for every morn
with the first light of sun
the creatures unseen
bodies go numb
their eyes roll back
within there head
their breath will stop
soon they'll be dead
"I told you to fight!"
I say as I fall
"the roses are weak
the ferns aren't so tall!"
We could have won
the night could have stayed
but now we all die
because you all played
Do the children of cheer
hear your mortal cries
as the sun and the roses
watch while you die.