6.30 winter morn
Snow keeps falling silent down
A rose by any other name
Evil is this one broke home
Kindest heart which always made
Me ashamed of my own
She walks alone but not without her name
Evil flies away
Dreams the world far away
In this cruel children's game
There's no friend to call her name
Evil sails away
Dreams the world far away
The good old days are gone


In her will be my sunflower field
Knocked by men to depths of shame
Paws stunned all with life ahead
For a memory of one kind word
She would stay among the beasts
Time for one more daring dream
Before her escape Eden beam
We kill with her own loving heart
Evil flies away
Dreams the world far away
In this cruel children's game
Evil flies away

In this cruel children's game
There's no friend to call her name
Evil flies away
Dreams the world far away
The good old days are gone
In her will be my sunflower field
The good old days are gone
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.