Petals of Dream
City of glamor dressed in its finest;
stars fall down at her feet.
Crowds shout her name;
pull the curtain and let the show begin.
The mob turns on their wildness,
"here she comes, bow down your head!"
Let's toast our drinks, share her flesh.
Pay for the glory, she offers free.
But beneath her glance is a rotten dream,
dying to be loved and shed her tears.
With the arms of a warrior,
Her wounds to be healed.
Lights are off, rest in peace.
The knight in shining armor has come.
Pick up those petals scattered in hell.
Happiness isn't a forever dream.
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