The Sun Is Setting Through My Mother's Face

Diamond sword, head on a silver plate; The sun is setting through my Mother's face. No longer interested and turns her back, If I dare to show her my silver plaques Trophies thrown, bombs in the sky; Penetrating my heart until Dad is home. No match for the sudden force, while the sun is setting through my Mother's face. Roses black and Angels hung; Through the garden I find my hope. The perfect rose, as bright as gold; I pick it up; the survivor of the cold. I raise it, love it, until drowned in love; My Mother comes and destroys it all. I try to show my golden plaque, but.... it's hopeless The sun has set through my Mother's face