Doomed to Remember Violent Days
	Violent Sky's in flaming blue colors of the fields changing hue watching eyes that can't forget all the strangers that i've met humble met without a dime hoping that someone could find that time to spare a few minutes of the day to listen to what they have to say now i understand the meaning of a rose and what I held in my hands was out love i suppose All the men in frameless walls all the daughters in shameless halls Through the trees and daffodils catch the breeze and winter chills morning reins in amber grains Silent faces aged in pain Hushed voices do not speak broken words do they keep Now i understand he meaning of a rose and what you held in your hands was our love i suppose paint your palet blue and grey for eyes that watch a winters day clouds in waters fading hue Reflect in your eyes of china blue Fallen snow in twilight nights Fallen angels take off in flight A silver thorn, a bloody rose both lay crushed and broken on the Virgin snow Now i understand the meaning of a rose and what they held in their hands was our love i suppose