R O S E 


In the garden there's a rose, even through the night it grows

With thorns that cut so deep, but it's roots run into me


Many men have tried to pick that rose

They've tried to change the way it grows

They never loved its true style, it was perfect all the while


And she rose up to me. My little rose, haunts my dreams

And she rose to be the one that I need

My little rose, you are perfect to me


Deep in the fog when we first kissed

I tried to hold onto it but I missed

Just like a ghost that haunts my heart

I know I've found my new start


Thorns of beauty do no harm, pure perfection in my arms

A rose to mark my final days, a haunting tale to mark my grave