Pure As The Dew On A Rose

I waited and waited to no avail, the wolves were howling now, the moon looked sad and dark, I asked myself, how? Life has always knocked me down, I'd push myself up with strong hands, But now somehow I feel defeated, My sorrow has left me unable to stand. I stumble on with a purpose, there's nothing left for me here, I can hear the wolves calling, they've dug up my roses - I fear.