Peddles of red in a song like love

Red roses fall across meadows of belong

Prickled with thrones but saw for their beauty

As a field of flowers dance within a movie

The roses are vast in for the miles

For people to see for a long long while

Their claimed by lovers, children, and sorrows

Picked to die with a purpose for barrow

Long live this field like arch of heaven

Stay with us and be our divine possession