You have worked my son thru all these years.
You have felt the pain and sorrow,
But now my son your work is done,
And you can rest for the rest of your tomorrows.
In my time of sorrow and pain.
I cry my tears in vain,
For death follows me.
I know in my heart I do not walk alone.
You sent me a white rose when we met.
For the white rose stood for a love pure and true.
But the petals of the rose has turned grey and fallen
Like your love for me