Black Roses

You say you've been hurt Too many times I know it seems that way sometimes So gather all black roses In your hands And gather all black roses In your hands And count the petals And the thorns That you have known Since you were born Deep inside a cloudy day Trying to hide my love away I see you coming, Always wanting, Always waiting Having everything your way So let the birds sing And cry for you The crystal of my love Has died for you And count the petals And the thorns That you have known Since you were born Deep inside a cloudy day Trying to hide my love away