Black Rose

In these place i stand alone,
Reading a lowly gravestone.
My tears roll down my cheek,
Only a single word i speak.
Goodbye.
And so i sigh.
I read the lines engraved,
Could she have been saved?
But now it is to late to know,
Because all too soon did she let go.
Pity her poor soul, as she lay,
Up in heaven she shall stay.
I lay a black rose, R.I.P,
The poor dead girl, thats inside me.