The war has ended
the battle is still there
soldeirs are the deads
hate is alive in the air

Flowers are no more
trees lie to themselfs
there should be an open door
but the guardian is keeping for nomore

They took the blame on themselfs
but we know whos fault this it
the war crashed on them
and they just walk away

Maybe they should
maybe they didn't
flowers are no more
trees lie to themselfs

Bring them back life
and the world will be a better place
not for all of us
only for all of them

Flowers are no more
trees lie to themself