your beauty has been destroyed by someone
which I enjoyed in your songs each one
as you sang and sang wandering around the rose
listening to your songs the passersby froze
the bright red rose which you sang for ,
it's sharpest thorn took your voice with your heart
your voice was beautiful and heart was pure
your voice , any hurt it could cure
you were a famous voice singing for your lovely red beauty
which killed you as it pushed deeper in your chest
you lovely little voice you were so beautiful
but the rose took your voice away