Head rested upon his shoulder
So strong, so brave, a few years older
Striking comfort amidst the chaos
Without each other, they'd surely be lost

Baby rests in silent slumber
Greenest eyes closed, oh the wonder
She looks into the fire as the wood splinters
The last roses within winter

He stares into the blackness of night
Guarding, vigil, 'till daylight
Holds her close, so secure
Always watching, always sure

And there they stay, those roses three
Holding strong through bitter breeze
With fire and them to last cold gale
Roses in winter, brave but frail