Will there be Roses?

What happens in the end? will there be roses?

When all our hope is gone
and the sun falls from the sky,
Tell me my dear, will there be roses?

When they've buried us alive
and dragged us to the ground,
Tell me my love, will there be roses?

When our names are all but lost
and our headstones fade away,
Tell me my child, will there be roses?

Author's Note

first submitted piece, I know it's short

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Sometimes short can be sublime. I really like this piece. It's solemn, powerful, and profound, and the progression is spectacular. Well done!

[EJ's Horror]

Who knows what glory life awaits... two things are for certain we will pay tax and we will die ...