Beneath the autumn leaves lies a secret
Buried, underneath an old oak tree
A woman, for some time, gone missing
Now, just part of the scenery

A child of seventeen years, now silent
No marker, to show where she lay
She's been gone now, for more than a season
A sad story always ends this way

She cries out from her grave of sorrows
That one day, her body might be found
A rose decorates her shallow grave
With scattered leaves blowing on the ground

A victim of a crime, with no witness
Just another drug deal gone bad
She was only passing by when it happened
But she saw things, she probably shouldn't had

So if you're ever passing by an oak tree
And underneath, you see a single rose
Remember what's beneath the scattered leaves
A secret, where a single flower grows