I've always loved roses
There was one rose I loved more than the rest, it was a sterling silver
But when the cold weather blows in, the rose decomposes
And when I pluck it from the ground, I hold a happiness that I wish to deliver
I held the rose close to my heart
Until I felt a sting
I pulled away and saw it's thorns had ripped my ring finger apart
It's silver color was now stained red
What a pretty little thing
