Officium Triste Roses On My Grave
Roses on my grave
Withered
My headstone crumbles
Forgotten
Since the day I died
You mourned for over a year
I saw the way you cried
The way you shed those tears
You came to my grave
Fresh roses every week
A resurrection you craved
Oh, you were so weak
But as time flies by
Your life got back on track
Eventually you stopped to cry
My headstone started to crack
Roses on my grave
Withered
My headstone crumbles
Forgotten
My grave you visit no more
Past tense I have gotten
Fresh roses nevermore
I am forgotten