One rose stands alone,one by one
it's petel's drop like rain drops from
the sky,it will leave it's mark,it
will leave it's beauty to be only
remembered.
 
 

One rose stands alone on a island,
left alone to be admired from a
distance,only to be set free,free
from all the disbelieve an anger.
 
 

One rose stand's alone through all
the years yet to come it will be
remembered for all the beauty it
has given,for all the love it had shown
an given,for all the rain it has shed.
 
 

One rose stand's alone leaving two
petels in the wind,they will soon
carry on with the beauty that lies
beneath it's self.

Good-bye to the rose that once stood
alone to hearvall the cry's,all the rumor's
blowing in the wind,yet it stood alone
to defend it's beauty within.

Now it's time to say good-bye,it must
find a place where it can bloom once
again,it must stand alone with it's
thorn's so nobody can touch or hurt
it an for the years to come it will
have ever lasting beauty,an it will
be remembered,cause it stood alone.

september 6,1997