He Who Sat Among the Roses and Cried

One for the mother who fosters a whore
One for the addict always craving more
One for the killer bathed in gore
He who sold his soul for life
He who by doing so has seen the truth
Haven’t seen light in so long
Light, the jagged tooth…
That tears out my eyes
That exposes the lies
Two for the leper preaching on the street
Two for the hit man always discreet
Two for the starving craving human meat
Who are you to care?
Who, just one more lost soul
One among the multitudes wailing in the gulf of time
Life again claims its harsh toll
Sat here watching your lives flit by
Sat on your tombstone the day that you die
Three for the soldier enjoying the war
Three for the leader with a heartless core
Three for the hated that close open doors
Among it all there is no good
Among the hordes that scream and crawl
Where hope once proudly stood
There lies the cause of its downfall
The tired closes his eyes to let go
The seeds he has carried have all been sowed
Four for the hopes and dreams
Four for the tears and silent screams
Four for the hopes torn at the seams
Roses grow the darkest red
Roses that from the souls are fed
And as the bloom and grow
And as they scent, as they feed
Cried this way so long ago
Cried as I reap that which was sowed