Why, Rose, Why? - Copyright (C) 10/08/09 by Dan Sharpe.
Why do you weep, saddened rose?
"Just let him sleep, lets have no rows."
What are those bruises, tattered rose?
"Makeup and excuses, so nothing shows."
Why are you bleeding, broken rose?
"How I've been pleading, no one knows."
Why are you dieing, precious rose?
"From all his lieing, hateful blows."