My White Rose

The wind blows leaves upon your grave,
and rolled my rose pass where you lay,
I hear your voice so im not alone,
As your body rest under a nameless stone,
The thorns represent the scars upon me,
To my soul when you left me,
The stem represents the build-up of my tears,
And the length of time without you here,
The white represents you in the sky,
As my clear white tears fall; I say goodbye.