the 7th war of withered roses

silence please..

don't say a word

white petals are falling

I can't take the sword

just a war between dry-eyes

when the faith cries

when your slaves of love are not free

when you tell me the white lies

I never let your blood pouring the glass

when the battle was won by us

and the crown wasn't stolen by the rusty grass

and you just sang the lullaby

and looking to the stars..