• I am a rose, black and withering
    I wonder what will happen when all my petals fall
    I hear screams of terror in this horrible, dark place
    I see a cloudy sky blocking the bright light that gives me strength to live
    I want this to be a dream I will soon wake up from
    I am a rose, black and withering

    I pretend maybe I’m the lucky one
    I feel lonely, for I’m the last one standing
    I touch the hard dry soil and pray for water
    I worry about what it’s like to die
    I cry no tears, for I’ve cried them all before
    I am a rose, black and withering

    I understand life is short, and death is forever
    I say my prayers to Mother, hoping she’ll be kind and give me another chance
    I dream of the frightening horrors of things I’ve been told about death
    I try to be optimistic, but there’s no hope left in my heart
    I hope that I die I’ll be happy
    I am a rose, black and withering