I don't know when farewell will come
Only God knows when my love will succumb
and I will know the results of my prayers
as I sink into all of my guilt ridden despairs.
My dove white rose will be crushed by a stone
as a queen without bitterness tumbles from her throne
and there never will be another to wear her crown
as I go off into the ocean of my sorrows to drown.
I will never understand why she was taken
but I have no doubt in heaven she will awaken
and I know she would want me to stay on the path
but I don't know if I could feeling so much wrath.