First time I saw her Selling Roses in the Street her hair golden tied in twisted braids of blue and yellow.
Her smile hiding tired turns
Her voice hid unspoken words
She gave the flowers to the people ask
Wondered where to who the Roses pass
Said hello but noone knew her name
The girl who sold the Roses in the rain
Hiding tears and sorrow in her heart she was whitty careful smart
Finished for the day the empty starts
To a dark and empty place she darts
Where pain and  hurt that noone saw
Still tomorrow up to walj again
smiles and sells her Roses all the same.
Smiles and says hello to some what else
Waiting for the day that someone knows her name
Hope they will see her through the rain
Hoping to be held and safe return
Before the hooky thorns slice through the vein
And empty crimson waters flow the nightmares end
One day she was there
And then was slain
Then new girl upon the stall
No question asked no call
But walk through the street to town again
Sometimes a runs through chills in me
See her ghost selling roses in the rain
Noone thought to ask her
Where she came
9nly shadows call her name