A lone gypsy rose lays on a closed casket,
not knowing words to say, it was forever no more,
His favorite rose on his casket, and my love in it's petals,
Should have known he'd leave,
with memories fresh in mind,
I'll tell his story to this day,
as if it were mine,
A gypsy rose in dark red,
black edges of post dread,
rose petal lips and a cold hearted smile,
no true happiness he believes lasts for a while,
Gypsy Rose of laughter, on thy pews of grief,
understanding words that make no sense to thee,
trying and trying to be like thy rest,
his perfect sanity is always at test,
Gypsy rose so humble thee, blackened hearts and dynasties,
thee faerie's favorite, violent red,
his rose colored world, the shade of malevolent dread,
Gypsy rose destroy thy heart,
for to go on alone is simple too dark,
rebellious lines of cruel deceit,
you walk them in the park with bare feet,
Gypsy rose the tune not sung,
not so merry where thy head is hung,
for rain can hide thy grief, and complete mischief too,
but Gypsy rose I am no fool, thy miracle will come,
truce will prevail brought upon oneself, the great serenade,
Gypsy rose my savior, so crude thy still seems,
scowling and forlorn looks, have yet to leave your face,
watching the stones crumble without a sound,
I have realized now the time has come,
you too leave the ground,
to somewhere much safer than these war filled fields,
Gypsy rose in the heavens above,
please give me the sign, lend me your love,
I'll fallow you as promises kept,
for I love you long passed death.
