She's my walking rose
Walking down the road
Discussing right and wrong
Trying to figure out how to stay strong
She wants to grow,
She wants to know
How it's supposed to go,
She turns her color on
Turns a shade of pink yellow white black or red
Only the rose knows,
walking as she goes,
her time is brief
she thinks maybe that's a relief
Her road is long
When she's in the middle of it,
She knows though
It's all a dream as it passes on by.
My rose
She wilts in the dawn
Rises in the night,
I tell her I have one more road to go
My walking rose
She whispers, "I know."