I wanted to give her roses.
I wanted to call her mine.
My very sweet grandma.
My weak old grandma, mine.

She had a special garden.
We never were allowed to pick.
But then she wanted roses.
So we tried to take.

She was very willing,
She was very kind.
When she needed roses
We all went to find.

I wanted to give her roses,
But then I had to leave.
I wish I have her roses,
But they took her away from me.

All she wanted was roses,
Only a bouquet,
But we couldn't find them.
So we had to leave.

Roses. Roses.
We left to find them
Roses. Roses.
Know that I love you still.

-3nwlry