but heartbreak is hard to find in days of war
in days of roses heartbreaks bloom
sprouting everywhere, in cities and in forests
after the rain and before sunrise
you don't have to go hunting for them,
you stumble upon a heartbreak everywhere you go.
in days of war hearts are too tough to break
they harness steel to their bosom for protection
no word of woe can penetrate
in days of roses they are open, baby hearts,
they welcome every notion of neglect
as if there was intent, they drink it up
with coffee every morning.