Argyle Goolsby the wild branch of rose

Midnight
gave warning
The Stranger's cruel arrival
Would corrupt all the innocence she perceived in her heart
She heeded it not
and answered his knock
Suffer me not this moment to say
I'm sorry for all of the times that I gave
you nothing but rage. No flowers, no page
of soft, tender verse. Though I give this too late-
I want you to take and place on my grave
this wild branch of rose so that you will be safe
from my endless hell that I can't dispel
and it's intricate maze
that's trapped you so well
Years passed
draining
Her artful soul kept giving
I cannot take it away, this pain that I placed in your life
but I leave this branch-
your one respite
I don't mean to break, destroy or forsake
It's just in my nature. God made me this way
Infallible of sin, yet you let me in
again, and again in the faith that you'd win
me over one day. But I've lost my way
I left you with darkness and nothing to say
To wander in haze and ponder your days
and your generous ways
I surely have betrayed
Suffer me not this moment to say
I'm sorry for all of the times that I gave
you nothing but rage. No flowers, no page
of soft, tender verse. Though I give this too late-
I want you to take and place on my grave
this wild branch of rose so that you will be safe
from my endless hell that I can't dispel
and it's intricate maze
that's trapped you so well
The Wild Branch of Rose
Will bloom in place of me
The Wild Branch of Rose
The Wild Branch of Rose
Will bloom in place of me
The Wild Branch of Rose
The Wild
The Wild
The Wild
Branch of Rose
Of Rose
Of Rose
Of Rose