My Black Rose

The piano plays a song,
a pretty song.
of such sweet love,
yeah,
such sweet love.

the guitar strums a string,
a strong, loud string.
of favorable ones,
little hearts and doves.

It's pretty hard here...
Living here without you.
It's pretty hard here...
Oh, what shall I do?
When you're gone
when you're gone
When you're gone
when you're gone...
with my black rose.

The drums play a beat,
a hard, powerful beat.
of yesterday,
oh yesterday.

The violin jumps hills,
and high mountains,
of beauty and peace,
life, love, and trees.

It's pretty hard here...
Living without you.
It's pretty hard here...
Oh what shall I do?
When you're gone
When you're gone
When you're gone
When you're gone...
with my black rose


Ohhh

the petal falls

the stem bends downwards

the leaves turn and tear

apart.

It's pretty hard here...
living without you.
it's pretty hard here...
oh what shall I do?