A song of fire blares through the town,
The patient flowers stand their ground.
The sky turns red and picks up the breeze,
Violence ensues beneath the trees.
The oak soaks up blood as it's done before,
The leafs look out to the peaceful shore.
Boots slam the flowers into the mud,
Hatefully implanting seeds of love.

The dust has settled, a new flag waves,
New flowers grow to enjoy the sun's rays.
Growing from the husks of fallen friends,
From ashes the flowers will flourish again.
Before there is peace, death is renewed,
A roar of the ocean starts a new feud.
Water floods the war-torn soil,
Releasing the flowers of their mortal coil.

Walls and roofs are molded from water,
The nameless bones of long dead fathers,
A flag once replaced now rests in tatters,
Borders once fought over no longer matter.
Time has passed, new flowers bloom,
From dirt enriched by another's doom.
Their stems curl around ancient ribs,
Just to be torn away and replaced again.

We all have pedals, common or rare,
From the tips of our toes to the end of our hair,
We're the flowers and trees who died last year,
Who grew again to persevere
The trials of life that we all live,
The blood and tears that we all give.
We ride the same coaster of death and rebirth,
We grow strong and tall before we're stomped to the dirt.