Flowers of red
In the hands of a child
Grasping the freshly cut stems
He offered his love
To heal a wound that sill bled
Received nothing but pain in return
Tears of confusion
Trail down his scarred face
But mother's eyes are blind
In the eyes of her boy
She can see nothing but sin
Where mother's love should lie
Now her rage has consumed
All rational thought
She's poised to strike
Bother fights his battle
Yet the war is not over
As he fades into the night