roses

 
dulling the day away
the prettiest flower in the garden
she withers in the shade
darling little rose
idle days where I watch on
pitty it was so lovely

the sunshine is too bright
and I'm in a dark mood
I fall into them
the garden is suffering
and I with it
it drinks off my soul
when I'm too sad to water it

it's a big responsibility
the lady of the house
no longer is
she departed to heaven
everyone used to care for the garden
now no one is bothering

the garden is dying
I care but I'm not good at taking care of plants
it's no small thing
I just want to cry because she died
It makes me hurt for the roses