As she plucked off the blood stained petals,
And they fell to the floor,
She whispered, "he loves me, even more then before."
She plucked off another, and she whispered again,
"Please may he love me, may my heart mend"
The girl was lonely, afraid, and broken,
Before she could cry,
The Rose had spoken
"Little Girl, please don't cry"
I am alone,
But I do not lie...
I know your heart will mend,
But mine will not,
As I am a rose, a heart, I haven't got.
Men are the cruelest things,
The will break you down to dust,
You must move on child, You must, You must...
But because there are good hearts,
You'll find love,
He will guide you and love you,
Be with you above.