Black roses by your window
You look at me and I feel safe
I can't deny - I am a widow
And I am sitting at your grave

These roses will grow every second
And every second day they will
Remind me of how much I wanted
The Lord to take me from within

But this life is beyond my charms
And it is hard to realise
Whether I should go underground
Or stay on Earth and fantasise...



Written by
Dasha
23rd July 2002.