White Roses Red

White Roses Red

Hearing the sea, you stand
in immortality, impassively.
Hearing the birds, you sing
silently, rightfully.

You will open the lilies on your bed.
Blood will colour white roses red.
All my love left unsaid.
White roses red.

Seeing us be, you drift
into eternity, unknowingly,
saying to me, “you know
what is obviously the way to be”.

You will open the lilies on your bed.
Blood will colour white roses red.
All my love left unsaid.
White roses red.

Roses will redden from white to pink and then red.
Crows will be carried by zephyrs of blood that’s been shed.

Hearing the sea, you see
everything that will be our history.

You will open the lilies on your bed.
Blood will colour white roses red.
All my love left unsaid.
White roses red.
White roses red.