White Rose

The blood that drips
Down off the white rose
The blood of sorrow
That no one knows

A rose so spotless
So beautiful and so white
Now stained blood red
After give up the fight

A rose that truly belonged
Entangles in her blond hair
Now wilted and withered
On the ground, lying there

A rose oh so precious
Now lifeless, lying dead
As the world just walked by
To its grave away it bled

And its petals now float off
To the far east and the west
To every lil boy and girl
Who failed to do their best

A mental reminder to all
Of what could have been
In remembrance and mourning
Of our little white friend