In the snow of winter, rarely
Is a bloom that smells of springtime
But it clings to life just barely
Just the victim of a cold crime
But the color of its blood fills
All our hearts with renewed promise
And we pick it as the wind chills
For its presence is so amiss
Take it home, so we can display
It will wilt, but never today
In its death, the promise of life
Somehow joins the cuts of a knife
Petals fall like drops of fresh blood
On the snow, and far from the mud
Like a vampire that must drink
It is love that fills up our ink
Letters of dark red
Written by the fire
Live on when we're dead
Shaming every liar
In a folded heart
Is an ancient message
Don't pull it apart
Fold it up edge to edge
Keep it safe from wear
And from tears that stain it
Never let it tear
You cannot reclaim it
By the words unsaid
For they cannot return
Written in dark red
Forever they shall burn
In this world of human drama
Everyone plays their assigned roles
Which dispels the myth of karma
But allows the theory of souls
He says that, and you say your piece
She does that, and I do nothing
In these motions, we find release
Even left to what the fates bring
In the dark, you think about me
Even when you can barely see
You think of the ways you can aid
Even if you are not repaid
Like a rose preserved in a box
Living on like oceans or rocks
What was once, shall always have been
Though the world may fall to ruin
Letters of dark red
Written by the fire
Live on when we're dead
Shaming every liar
In a folded heart
Is an ancient message
Don't pull it apart
Fold it up edge to edge
Keep it safe from wear
And from tears that stain it
Never let it tear
You cannot reclaim it
By the words unsaid
For they cannot return
Written in dark red
Forever they shall burn
Permanent is the past
So love will ever last
But we are still alive
So our bloom can still thrive
Through winter burns this flame
Our love remains the same
Melting the whitest snow
Giving a dark red glow
Letters of dark red
Written by the fire
Live on when we're dead
Shaming every liar
In a folded heart
Is an ancient message
Don't pull it apart
Fold it up edge to edge
Keep it safe from wear
And from tears that stain it
Never let it tear
You cannot reclaim it
By the words unsaid
For they cannot return
Written in dark red
Forever they shall burn