Where this Rose lies,
surely she has survived
Though many of it's kind
through time have died
She stays strong and as the only alive.

Where this Rose lies,
her beauty has for set eyes.
She is much a desire,
longing tender, treated worthy as a prize.
You only see what you find,
you look up to her as she will soon rise.

Where this Rose lies,
she who has kissed the sky.
Roses don't truly die,
swept away for a moment
In time she'll come to be revived.
As the day is coming,
her beauty will soon again arrive.