I hold a rose in my hand
Red in my brown skin
Thorny ends peirced my fingers
I keep the pain within

Vibrant are its petals
Heaven's sent, divine
The leaves are teeming green
Creation made so fine

So much this beautiful rose
Overflowing with life
It demands to be kept young
Keep it in the light

But alas, the sky grew gray
And all the hearts are blue
I hold the rose one last time
And in your grave, I threw-