When Summer is gone and the crimson snow rains
And melts to the floor to end her life's pain
It gathers in waste, the whiteness of youth
Twas murdered last night. Twas murdered by you.

The children do lark; I watch with blurred eyes
They grow in rebellion, by secrets they hide
Soon they'll be like me: Changed for the worse
And no longer innocent, no longer worth it.

A blossom must wilt once it's cut and adored
The children are leaving, they're breaking down doors
We can't keep them safe, in the dark, and unknown
Who would've thought children had hearts of their own?

They won't listen now, won't learn from my faults
In them lays myself, can't take it much longer
I tried to protect them from ****** and love
Like me, they wouldn't hear it. Truth wasn't enough.

I look to the children, with blurry wet eyes
And watch as, in vain, they try and they try
To hold their dear children from falling as we
Did ****** our own youth, but now we are free.
And every last moment we wish to go back
To summer and youth and to things that we don't have.