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Standing at your grave today,

The sun's beating down on my back,

Shame you couldn't be here to feel it too,

Because you always liked the sun, didn't you?



About to lay down this rose for you,

Red - just how you liked them,

Because they reminded you of danger,

And it made you feel alive...



But as the clouds come over,

The sun gradually disappears,

Is it because I'm in a graveyard alone?

Or because you're not here?



Then it hits me.

You are dead and gone,

Your hugs I'll never feel.

I'll never get another kiss on the cheek,

And that fact has just become real.



I look straight at this rose,

That I'm about to give to you,

The petals don't look so bright now,

They're turning crispy brown...

I'm about to lay it down,

Then I turn and walk away...

The sun has disappeared now,

The clouds are turning grey.



As I walk out of the graveyard,

I take one last look and my sadness grows,

Because your tomestone is so pretty and white,

But look at this blackened rose...