Black roses grow beneath my feet
Thorns prick my soul no matter where I tread

I give him my hand and our eyes meet
Hanging my hope from a single thread

I try my best to hide my tears
My eyes close to conceal the pain

My mind is overcome with fears
I look up, there is no sign of rain

Without rain the roses won't grow
They dry and break nothing left but sand

In my mind thoughts of joy flow
On fertile soil together we stand