Purple Roses

I hope you dream of Purple Roses down by the spring.
I lived my life tending Black ones to all of end's means

The summer has begun as the Blue bird doth sing,
But the Black Crow's as friendly as their bretheren are keen.

Why must we cry at the rising of tide,
If all the waves do is rise up then die?

I wonder what will happen to her?
The girl with the roses and necklace of pear.

I guess she'll move on into her new World
Where the Blackhole once ly

She was so heartbroken
one of a kind.

Where are the Purple Roses I sing,
as I walk toward the grave down by the spring.

The Grave stone lying desolate in place,
The Lifeless Expression has stolen my face.

I see no Purple Roses, not even a trace
As I lay my Black Roses right in their place.