Stained with blood,
Would you sell your faith?
For sweet tender love,
That could never be,
Would you turn to stone?
For the moments of joy,
In all your life,
Won’t you shed a tear?
When the worlds selling peace,
For a bigger house with more green,
Would you rather sit under a tree?
When your world’s dying,
And you are tired of crying,
Would you stop trying?
If there would be no more fights,
And only eternal blue skies,
Would you live in a world without Roses?
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