A petal falls from a beautiful rose
No body notices, no body knows
Every night that he cries, a petal is gone
It is dark for him where the sun once shone
All the pain he feels makes a rose die
Every dead one he sees, the longer her cries
But there is one that will not die
He looks at it and stops to cry
What makes this one special & strong?
It is not dead, something is wrong
But everything is okay, it quickly stops his tears
This single red rose has ended ongoing fears
Now the rose is gone, he is back in pain
His heart will be FOREVER in pain. . .
