The Tale Of a Withering Rose

Tales of a withering rose From the crack in the ground that it grows And the sun that it never shows And the dirt in the ground that erodes Wither rose Time for snow The don't know That's the way it goes Tales of a withering From the crack in the ground that it grows And the sun that it never shows And the dirt in the ground it erodes Lost in bloom And you hate feeling blue But the way that you do I don't want you to lose And the tale of a withering rose And the patch of the earth that it grows And the tale of a withering rose And the tale of the streets that it knows And the sun that never shows And the earth as it goes Lay me down Leave me lost in time If you worry of things that you speak Then worry for me Grow Little rose Til you leave on your own But you need to grow Less you die all alone Tale of a withering rose