40 FACES,12 EYES, A NOSE OF GREEN AND LITTLE RIDE. THROUGH GARDENS OF ROSE AS RED AS BLOOD, VIOLET THE FAIRY GROWS. GOLDEN WINGS, THROUGH THE LAND WINKS , BURN MY VEINS , BURN MY SINS THROUGH HAPPINESS AND PAIN WE’LL MEET AGAIN ….. 5 YEARS IT SEEMS AND YET WE STILL GRIN. NONE KNOW NONE CARE FOR OUR EXISTENCE . COME MY LITTLE ROSE AND DANCE THROUGH THE GLOWS. WE RUN UP AND DOWN AS WE AGE. POWER IN OUR HANDS AND WHITE IN OUR HEARTS. WE SHARE AND TREAT THE BIG WAVE AS WE ARE STORY AND LIE . YET WE ARE REAL AND ALIVE . WE GAIN FLOWER AS WE SWING UPON THE GRADE . WATER THE GARDEN INTO EXCHANGE OF GROWTH, WELL TALL AND FAINT AWAY FROM WINKS, AS VIOLET STAYS AND CRY FORM BETRAY. 40 FACES, 12 EYES , A LITTLE KISS AND BACK WE GO INTO THE WORLD OF FORE ,YOUR FACE YOUR STORY ON A LINE OF FATE.