Thickets of roses grew on the side of our shattered home
In beautiful planters my sisters and I painted
Messy little hands covered in primary colors
Mixed all together to make masterpieces only our mother appreciated

I t  W a s  A  S u m m e r  F u l l  O f  T e a c u p  R o s e s

For once we had something that we would never have again
An actual home we could call our own
School after school, home after home

I t  W a s  A  Y e a r  F u l l  O f  T e a c u p  R o s e s

The soft pitter patter of rain on our tin roof
Was my only solace from the pain
That followed those dark rain clouds in through the window
On those beautiful summer days

I t  W a s  A  L i f e  F u l l  O f  T e a c u p  R o s e s