dying rose. why are you glum why don't you bloom. dying for your petals are turning black. what happen to that lovely red of your. you were once so pretty and happy. but now you are so dark and sad. the sight of you make me quiver.
i love the way used to look. well listen here said the rose im not dying im being reborn. as u tell me im turning black. well after im black im going to be red this life this is how it has to be. so please young child do cry over me be happy im being reborn. so plea