One year has passed since Gentle Rose has died,
Since dirges played and silent mourners cried,
When does the pain release its viselike grip
Upon the soul, let loose this sinking ship?
Adrift upon this childless sea, I gaze
Upon her empty room, as empty days
In silent scream, black pain does overwhelm,
No where I sail, no Captain at the helm.
O' Gentle Rose, why won't you set me free,
I beg of you, why won't you answer me?
Do not you hear, I sing your hymns of praise?
Upon my knees, I seek your sweet bouquets.
O' Gentle Rose, your bud will never bloom,
But yet I fear, 'tis I within the tomb.