Roses for the Dead

Serve our backs, suffer long this time
Rose are flowers shadowing the light
We were bells start, round the bell
Our body soothe in the bitter light
Serve our backs, suffer long this time, my life
Things were shadows from they’re in the light
Our body’s there, stood shallow fly
And it starts to creep on me and I would, up There are the, of these faces
And they don’t cheer me …