• This wilted rose,
    A murder of crows,
    Can you see me?
    Can you see me?

    One for sorrow,
    No tears fell,
    Emotions lost into the wishing well.

    Two for joy,
    Love is blind,
    Young with only one thing in mind.

    Three for a girl,
    A wasted youth,
    Torn dresses hung from the roof.

    Four for a boy,
    Proud and tall,
    The phone lay silent waiting for a call.

    Five for silver,
    A forgotten gem,
    As valuable as it likes to pretend.

    Six for gold,
    Money is power,
    The rich dominate while the poor cower.

    Seven for a secret never to be told.
    This wilted rose,
    Hidden by the wings of a murder of crows.