my little white rose

A small depressive rose
only few can understand those
can you not see this
the painful tint
that this rose moans
over and over again

this rose was placed on a coffin
a place of a familiar falling
they, damned of all damned,
doomed of all doomed
they pay for the flowers over there tombs
though they rarely see over there doom

a rose, small and sorrow filled
not really a rose thats joy filled
it looks out from its stand
to find its in a new land
the world is changing all around
but no one can see my little rose frown