Red rose

In a cold cold place underneath the ground were silver bones lay, slowly fading away, comes a young girl with a red rose. Forward to the cold grave she goes, "lay down a red rose to the lost souls, we must show we remember and we care that your not there, hearts are bleeding tears are shed everyone know that you dead. No one wanted it so thats why we carry a red rose for we know that your sad and for this we are glad, we will give you a red rose so it can grow upon your grave as so our love for you every day. This is what the young girl sings in a grieving tone that reminds us of our sin, born to die a fate we cannot deny

My aunt just died...