Red, Red, Red

Your beauty distracts me

Your springtime rose has entangled me in its thorns

And when the depths of winter came

There I stayed

With my gaze facing the dirt

I slowly lift my head

And my Father comes to set me free

And when I realize I am free

I see another beauty

This time a deer

And I run from my father's house

To catch it

To keep it

To kill it

And I hunt

With blood as my prize

And when I succeed

I may be reminded by that deep red shade

Of the rose

And of my Father

And of my Savior

But now I am lost