Red stains the ground, where our brothers were less vigilant
To be here now, is a time of being constant
Awareness lost, life becomes less and less
Breathless!
White is the message, that’s attracted to our foe
All are guardians of the young, who wish to know
Of a time before of less and less
Breathless!
Love radiates like a picture that time forgot
Be it you see in colour, or be it not
As it fades away to be less and less
Breathless!
The guardians see all colours, to be black and white
For theirs is to sacrifice, not take flight
Then their time is here, less and less
Breathless!
This headiness, and love, is accepted in their time of need
So stained the ground so red, is where they had to bleed
For young to be fearful, less and less
Breathless!
In this pastured land, life goes on as before
The guardians and the vigilant, here for evermore
All of this balance, be it more or less
Breathless! |  |
