In order to hold the rose
U must respect the thorns
Look down ur hand colored in blood to remember the wars
Your downcasted smile mourns
That above their heart are horns
Scars for the truth Adnors
Ur karma you will receive yours
But we didn't fall
We flew to get it all
Misery made a strong
Realized berating is wrong
The hatred made us realize we had wings
Our spilled blood flooded all the water springs
In our reflection we saw in our DNA we were Kings