In her right hand she holds a rose,
In her left, a ball and chain -
The rose which stands for love,
The mace which stands for pain.
The pain that comes from loving
And not given love in return;
The pain of a loved one dying -
The way the heart feels when it yearns...
The pain that comes from much grieving
Over what will become of a friend
Who, when in distress, made poor choices
And hurts now with you in the end...
The way the heart feels when it's writhing
And shriveled in pain on the ground;
The ache it endures when it's trying
To salvage a friendship unwound...
The stab the heart feels when it finds out
That it just can't make everything right,
And the feeling of "just out of reach"-ness
As it watches love drift out of sight.
