In Memory Of The Martyrs

Life is like a tall ship Drifting gently from the shore Time is like a fair wind With a lifetime to explore The beauty that surrounds you Was meant to be adored The problems that surround you Were meant to be ignored We are love, we are, we are love We are love, we are, we are love I dreamt I held a baby I dreamt I held a child I dreamt I held a young man A prisoner in my hand My hand I could not open The man grew up inside A prisoner without reason Just on the other side We are love, we are, we are love We are love, we are, we are love The blood red rose of summer Grows elegant and tall In memory of the green grass Beyond the guardian wall The green grass grows forever Beneath the bloody sky In memory of the martyrs She'll cover when they die We are love, we are, we are love We are love, we are, we are love