Red Roses
There lays a prince on a floral bed,
The roses have been tainted red.
There he lays fast a sleep,
As if his thought run that deep,
The hilt of his sword stuck in its sheath,
He slumbers with his shield at feet,
For it is not the blood of the enemy on his chest,
It's his own crest,
There lays a prince in a floral bed,
His blood has stained the roses red.
What do u guys think?
There lays a prince on a floral bed,
The roses have been tainted red.
There he lays fast a sleep,
As if his thought run that deep,
The hilt of his sword stuck in its sheath,
He slumbers with his shield at feet,
For it is not the blood of the enemy on his chest,
It's his own crest,
There lays a prince in a floral bed,
His blood has stained the roses red.
What do u guys think?
