كلمات Black Rose

Black rose a close friend I was with her at the end Hanging by a thread to life The young don’t go gracefully No stoic older life What a pale and terrible sight The hopelessness of it all It’s so overwhelming At death we sit at the bitter table Surrounded by faceless company And life has lost sweetness When every eye is full of pity I’ll lay a single black rose at your grave I’ll lay a single black rose at your grave I’ll lay a single body at your grave Convulsing despairingly