There was a rose that faded young,
I saw its shattered beauty hung
Upon a broken stem.
I heard them say, "What need to care
With roses budding everywhere?"
I did not answer them.

There was a bird brought down to die,
They said, "A hundred fill the sky
What difference is just one?"
Then I looked them in the eye
And sniffled and began to cry
As I watched the setting sun.

There was a child that was born still,
The thought of it sent a chill
Down my spine.
The mother, filled with great sorrow,
Did not live to see tommorrow
For she was next in line.