RED ROSE
I sit and await words to ease my mind.
Has the storm blown out?
Was the red rose ruined?
Or will it bloom again under the sun’s tender the care?
And will that red rose be saved for me?
Or dose the sun grow it for another unknown?
I sit and await words to ease my mind.
I sit and await words to ease my mind.
Has the storm blown out?
Was the red rose ruined?
Or will it bloom again under the sun’s tender the care?
And will that red rose be saved for me?
Or dose the sun grow it for another unknown?
I sit and await words to ease my mind.
