Rain in the Shade

The flowers are red, the flowers are bright, their fallen petals still shine so bright. Souls lack wisdom, spirits lack thought, resentment gathers and brings disaster to the world. Souls gather, souls scatter, lonely ghosts tread a single-plank path. Heaven to the left, hell to the right, one wrong step and you descend into hell. A deed of servitude, a contract of the soul, signed to be a slave for all your days.