Red roses were flaming in between;
The blowing whispers of the wind
The cricking dances of the trees
Where the humming, peaceful sounds of the birds could turn into a warning
Welcome to the place where the alarm of the siren is the usual song.
Welcome to the home where you don't know where to belong.
I have no control or power, but there's strenght within my bones.
Screaming, fighting
Bloodshed between the storms
There's nowhere I could hide
No, not in this way, not in this place where I wanted to die.
I couldn't use tears to fight.
So in my head and heart are all the words
are my weapons to fight,
I don't know where this gravity could pull me into.
But all I know is that anywhere could be nowhere.
It could be beautiful or miserable.
But as long as the sun will still shine bright;
A day or a lifetime, I'll live to fight to survive
The tweeting birds singing on the dancing trees
A humming mind, hanging peacefully, under the dying trees
Every footsteps are everywhere,
I felt a thousands of eyes tattooing its every stares.
I see no one, but who are they?
I am not a soldier, nor do I have a sharp weapon in my hand.
I am just standing with all I have on this shakeable ground.
But if I let them in to wreck my ground
What will it be when I let myself down?
My world is mirrored on four walls
I see no one but myself when I look around.
In my dreams, I tried to escape such a nightmare
I hear your whisper like a thunder roaring on the ground
I thought you are a friend
But your sharped weapon pointed at me in the middle of the crowded clowns
Like a bullet strike; I was blown out
Red roses are flaming in between of the dusk and down,
I'm not intentionally here to fight but I'm ready to witness the morning sunrise