Walking though a field
Of nothing but black roses,
She feels alone
And nobody cares.

The field was once red
With all the love in her life,
Showing her happyness
Will always be there.

Then the field was pink
With all the friends she had,
Carining about her
Helping her make it.

Then a dark cloud came over
Her sunny, warm , happyness
Making everything so dark
And full of pain and unhappyness.

She watched the roses
Turn from color to color,
But when they went black
They stayed black.

Waiting for them to turn back
She wonders why,
This happen to her
Why is it now she is walking though a field of black roses.