Roses made of glass
We were roses made of glass.
We stood tall in the ground.
Red like autumn
And beautiful like the day.
We were roses made of glass.
The wind blowing against us
Rain and thunder
But nothing could tear us down.
We were roses made of glass.
Untouched and pure
Sweet and youthful
And Death seemed so far away.
We were rose made of glass
Plucked from the ground
And smashed into small fragments
Like the broken people we had become.
We were roses made of glass
Pleasing to eyes of others
A representation of the perfection
Really we were all just boys, given the roles of men.
We were roses made of glass.