Flowers Of Spring (From, Rock Star) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Give what in you take,
Everything is at stake;
Turn again your head,
For you know it - you are dead!

Bleed inside alone,
With pretty songs you sing;
Down on cobbles stone,
Sun and peace you'll bring.
Hear the shooting gun,
With or without a cause;
There are tears inside the sun,
When there is life to lose.
What you say you say,
Bringing tears or smile;
In the breeze it'll stay,
For some hours while.
Know what life all means,
Nothing is to be forgotten;
Yellow or gray tone beams,
The leaves are sometimes rotten.

We can have some days,
With our inside talk;
There are so many ways,
As we take our walk.

Bleed inside alone,
With pretty songs you sing;
Down on cobbles stone,
Sun and peace you'll bring.
Hear the shooting gun,
With or without a cause;
There are tears inside the sun,
When there is life to lose.
What you say you say,
Bringing tears or smile;
In the breeze it'll stay,
For some hours while.
Know what life all means,
Nothing is to be forgotten;
Yellow or gray tone beams,
The leaves are sometimes rotten.

Know what life all means,
Know what life all means,
The leaves are sometimes rotten...