THE SILENT ROSE
THE SILENT ROSE;
STANDS THERE IN HIS LONELY POSE.
WATCHING EVERYTHING THAT PASSES BY;
COUNTING THE HOURS TILL HE DIES.
NO ONE CARES FOR HIM ANYMORE;
NOW THAT DEATH IS AT HIS DOOR.
HIS SOUL IS TORN;
CAN DO NOTHING BUT MOURN.
BROKEN TIES;
HE STANDS THERE AND CRIES.
HE DIES;
ALREADY SAID BYE.
NO COMFORT, NO CARE;
FOR THIS HANDSOME DEAR.
IT JUST ISN'T FAIR!
THE SILENT ROSE
STANDS THERE IN HIS LONELY POSE'
WATCHING EVERYTHING THAT PASSES BY;
COUNTING THE HOURS TILL HE DIES.
STANDS THERE IN HIS LONELY POSE.
WATCHING EVERYTHING THAT PASSES BY;
COUNTING THE HOURS TILL HE DIES.
NO ONE CARES FOR HIM ANYMORE;
NOW THAT DEATH IS AT HIS DOOR.
HIS SOUL IS TORN;
CAN DO NOTHING BUT MOURN.
BROKEN TIES;
HE STANDS THERE AND CRIES.
HE DIES;
ALREADY SAID BYE.
NO COMFORT, NO CARE;
FOR THIS HANDSOME DEAR.
IT JUST ISN'T FAIR!
THE SILENT ROSE
STANDS THERE IN HIS LONELY POSE'
WATCHING EVERYTHING THAT PASSES BY;
COUNTING THE HOURS TILL HE DIES.
