You are the rose
Of my thorn that pierces my heart
I won't shed a tear in your memory
Vase on the wall that I keep with pride
In it the rose like our love has died
Bird in a tree on a warm summers day
But the bird like our memory has flown away
Thorn Of My RoseYou are the rose Of my thorn that pierces my heart I won't shed a tear in your memory Vase on the wall that I keep with pride In it the rose like our love has died Bird in a tree on a warm summers day But the bird like our memory has flown away |