a teardrop on a rose

while strolling thru a lovely garden

as day was drawing to a close. my eyes beheld a tragic story

i saw a teardrop on a rose. it should have been a tear of gladness

but deep inside the sorrow shows

a trusting heart had just been broken

i saw a teardrop on a rose. a sobbing tear that follows parting

holds all the pain that sorrow knows

a false goodbye a life is shattered

there lies a story on a rose. the tear will dry the rose will wither

i loved

i lost

my story ended

with just a teardrop on a rose.