If these petals are soaked in blood, Then it is the blood of soldiers shot before they could return the favor.
If these petals are soaked in blood, Then it the blood leaking down teenage arms those that so dearly want pain to end.
If these petals are soaked in blood, Then it is the blood of those murdered whose lives ended without meaning.
If these petals are soaked in blood, Then it is the blood of a broken heart that doesnβt bleed, but wishes it did.
If these petals are soaked in blood, Then it is the blood left unspilled that lives to let live and dies only when death takes it to soak these petals.