Broken rose

My rose was stepped on, 

broken, left to bleed to death. 

My rose was not ment, to garnish hair,
become an ornament for a girl. 

My rose was stepped on,  

broken, left to bleed to death. 

No point for revival, 

no need for tears to be shed. 

My rose was stepped on, 

broken, left to bleed to death. 

My rose is there no more, 

it lies in myths and stories untold.