She held a rose in her hand.
She stood in silence, her dear lifeline was in demand.
She held a rose by her side.
The thorns were sharp, yet she didn't cry.
She took the rose to the sea.
The blood was bleeding down to her feet.
She made a simple wish while she held that rose.
She felt the sand between her toes.
Now, she holds a rose across her chest.
The years of pain, all have coem to a rest.