Unborn children die

Their souls put to bed

Their dreams never dreamed

And roses are red

A man lost all hope

His wife was found dead

Barely married a year

And roses are red

A chlidless woman

She chose career instead

Now she cries in the dark

And roses are red

A man died alone

Not a good word was said

He soon was forgotten

And roses are red

She bought a red rose

but to care she did dread

So she paid it no mind

Now that rose is dead