A hundred flowers bloom

Gather your stones,
prepare to let fly
we'll rest on your shoulders,
we're one you and I

As weeping somme shadows
cast light on the broom,
we're all us and I,
let a hundred flowers bloom

I've been to the plains,
lotus fields and chrome peaks
seeking the words
you sought me speak, 
All I encountered as I melted there
was a hundred red flowers
on a burnt railway stair

Lather your bones
clench as you sigh
your word was your word
now an eye for an eye

As day loses sight,
on crimson in bloom
float a hundred wilted petals,
it's not safe to assume