from the ashes she was born
never loved, never known
years of hate filled her life
years of solitude marked her days
to the grave she will shall go
to the grave with a rose
all alone,
never lived, never knew,
even the head stone knew not her name
bare and empty is her heart
black and cold, never dear
to the ashes she returns
to the ashes she remains
--
Cold and lonely,
he watched the rain
Gray skies and grayer clouds,
the drops pounded against the window pane
As the wind blew with a shriek,
he sat there watching the day,
bitter, miserable, and bleak
Alone, he sat watching the rain
never loved, never known
years of hate filled her life
years of solitude marked her days
to the grave she will shall go
to the grave with a rose
all alone,
never lived, never knew,
even the head stone knew not her name
bare and empty is her heart
black and cold, never dear
to the ashes she returns
to the ashes she remains
--
Cold and lonely,
he watched the rain
Gray skies and grayer clouds,
the drops pounded against the window pane
As the wind blew with a shriek,
he sat there watching the day,
bitter, miserable, and bleak
Alone, he sat watching the rain