6.30 winter mornSnow keeps falling silent downA rose by any other nameEvil is this one broke homeKindest heart which always madeMe ashamed of my ownShe walks alone but not without her nameEvil flies awayDreams the world far awayIn this cruel children's gameThere's no friend to call her nameEvil sails awayDreams the world far awayThe good old days are goneIn her will be my sunflower fieldKnocked by men to depths of shamePaws stunned all with life aheadFor a memory of one kind wordShe would stay among the beastsTime for one more daring dreamBefore her escape Eden beamWe kill with her own loving heartEvil flies awayDreams the world far awayIn this cruel children's gameEvil flies awayIn this cruel children's gameThere's no friend to call her nameEvil flies awayDreams the world far awayThe good old days are goneIn her will be my sunflower fieldThe good old days are goneThank you.Thank you.Thank you.