Holding Sorrow’s Rose

Sorrow’s Rose has sharp, bitter thorns

They pierce your skin unknowingly

The liquid leaves a trail of scarlet

As you walk through the garden

Holding Sorrow’s Rose

Sorrow’s Rose is as black as the night

Filling your head with dark thoughts

As you walk through the garden

Holding Sorrow’s Rose

Sorrow’s Rose has unspoken beauty

Freezing your hand so that you can’t let it go

As you walk through the garden

Holding Sorrow’s Rose