Dec 2019
We are the Roses of war,
The sons and daughters of the ones whose dreams of courage brought them to a foreign land full of despair,
Fighting off the loneliness of an apathetic field where valor and cowardice runs rampant.
The ruins of laws held by few destroyed by the rain of sin that fuels our destiny.
Here where the blood of silver and gold mixes with copper.
Where the flag on their shoulders means more then from where they came.
We water the land with blood of people who don’t ever get to go home.
Our very existence is a byproduct of the fallen souls of loved ones who showed their passion for their families with the one thing that can’t be retrieved if lost.
The sons and daughters of the ones whose dreams of courage brought them to a foreign land full of despair,
Fighting off the loneliness of an apathetic field where valor and cowardice runs rampant.
The ruins of laws held by few destroyed by the rain of sin that fuels our destiny.
Here where the blood of silver and gold mixes with copper.
Where the flag on their shoulders means more then from where they came.
We water the land with blood of people who don’t ever get to go home.
Our very existence is a byproduct of the fallen souls of loved ones who showed their passion for their families with the one thing that can’t be retrieved if lost.
