Don't fight against the will of man
For with his liberty he stands close to heart
With a fighting spirit, an apparition, a ghost that knows the pain of war.
Yet through the fighting there exist a red colored rose upon soil, black,
Hope, integrity, love long lasting, qualities granted upon man as he evolved to some higher being.
Yet we reduce ourselves by the edge of the sword, the sound of a gun in times of war.
Is man not enlightened enough to know that when blood spills from one it will spill from countless more?