Roses
Dog In The Snow
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We are guided by the roses
We don’t belong here, we grow faded
We need comfort in the evening
We don’t hate on men who long it
Don’t take me on this war journey
I am tired my feet give way to the
Mud, the trees, the roots are angry
Sky is bleeding grey with darkness
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Oh this land not mine it can’t be
Mute, I'm silent guided by roses
Oh the thorns they scratch the skin out
Bleed them dry until the morning
I am mute, guided by roses
I am mute, I smell the roses
Covering the flesh smell lingers
Pour no love and death right at their door