Red is a whole symphony of violins and a single rose 

Red is all lyrics, music and often prose

It tells of lovers and it tells of war it's heart breaking stories from old folklore 

Red is destruction but it is also redemption, friendship and retribution

Red is in all things but mostly passion 

Red is the tears that are cried and the blood that dries the look in my angry fathers eyes the stone cold heart beneath those lies 

Red pumps through my veins 

Red is the love that causes the worst pain