Teardrop on a Rose

While strolling through a lovely garden

As day was drawing to a close

My eyes beheld a tragic story

I saw a teardrop on a rose.



It should have been a tear of gladness

But deep inside the sorrow shows

A trusting heart had just been broken

I saw a teardrop on a rose.



A sobbing tear that follows parting

Holds all the pain that sorrow knows

A book to buy a life is shattered

There lies a story on a rose.



The tear will dry the rose will wither

When spring and winter comes and goes

I loved, I lost, my story ended

With just a teardrop on a rose...