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