Black rose, the surprise every family hate
The only fate we all have to face,
Nobody understand your timing but you are never late
And in you presence families wear petals covered with pain,
If indeed everything happens for a reason then why you?
Why is it our tears that has to be your morning dew?
Tears moving down our cheeks every time you pay a visit because we all do,
I deeply ponder who is next to sit on your pew.

We don't know if you are good or bad but you always live us heart broken
And if you are good then why is it have to be our mothers who has to be taken?
Why those grand parents, parents or their children?
As confusing you are we sometimes feels forsaken
And as pretty as you look you were suppose to be bringing joy
Not pain and tears out of our eyes because they are not kyles,
So we crying pain flowing like isles.

There are graves everywhere no more closet,
Burying a person after another feels like you are hunting us
Living in fear because of this everyday plummet,
I see you posing in our gardens like a strumpet,
Taking everyone by surprise and steeling our happiness
By just thinking of you every night is sleepless,
You know losing our loved once is our biggest weakness
But you keep taking them from us leading to our loneliness.