Children weeping underneath the stormy silver skies
Worries flood the universe and pour out from their eyes
Racing one another just to catch the dying sun
Leaving daisy pedals slowly falling, one by one.
Never mind the drops of rain that fall upon their heads
Demons in their memories long for the world instead
Once a little girl, and now a monster she's become
Why pick roses when its pedals fall off, one by one?
