There stood the red roses
In a vase they stood
Petals so healthy
Stems so stealthy
The place was cold

There stood the red roses
In a vase they stood
Petals red as blood
Like the accidents from the thorns
Born from stems
The vase was cold.

There stood the red roses
In a vase they stood
Petals now wilting
Stems now quitting
The place was cold

There stood the red roses
In a vase they stood
What’s left of the petals
What’s left of the stems
Well, nothing
The vase was still cold.

- Sienna Norman