Rose

A rose at my window reminds me of home

A rose without spikes, it makes me think of

Those nights

When metallurgical skies all went red

Like a fire, like warmth

Such a big thing and such a small role

Such sad times for such little lives

For such a big city and for such wrong reasons and goals

Once a year I'm gonna cry, cry as baby

Cry as a child, cry as a boy

And once a year I'm gonna pray, pray for the better