Their once stood proud and tall,
In the midst of it all,
A tall red Rose for all to see,
one red Rose in a field of weeds.
...
What kind of man would leave his girl
alone to face the world
just close his eyes on his demise
spirit, body and soul
...
The little table was my place
there was no room for me
with little chairs and grown up stares
my little thanksgiving feast
...
the empty plate
with nothing left
it pains my inner toil
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