Crimson Roses

"No one puts me in a corner"

Said the little boy defiantly.

The other boys shoved him back

Into his garden, so well tended.

Said the little boy defiantly,

"Someday they will pay."

Into his garden, so well tended,

He buried his tears.

"Someday they will pay,

But it shall not be today."

He buried his tears,

And from them crimson roses grew.

But it would not be today.

Revenge takes years and victims,

And from them crimson roses grew,

Until he was no longer a little boy.

Revenge takes years, and victims

Cries hardened his heart

Until he was no longer a little boy,

But a youth with an old man's heart.

Cries hardened his heart

And fell upon deafened ears,

But a youth with an old man's heart

Knows no mercy. His cheers

Fell upon deafened ears

So cleanly removed from corpses

Knowing no mercy. His cheers

Crimson roses from the wounds.

So cleanly removed from the corpses,

Their sin was absolved with

Crimson roses from the wounds.

He breathed freely at last.

Their sin was absolved with

The sacrifice of their life for the crimson roses.

He breathed freely at last,

"No one puts me in a corner."