There was a rose in a graveyard,
Life among the dead,
And to the hapless gray day,
It brings a spark of red,
No one e’er complained of its presence,
It was a welcome guest,
Ne’er evicted or driven out,
Its petals were blessed,
Hope among tombs,
Remember that death is not the end,
Be a rose in a graveyard,
The gray, dead world to mend,