The roses you spent all spring trying to grow were crushed in a moment
The rain was too heavy, it fell too fast
They are gone now, there is no changing that
Its cruelly ironic to think
the very thing those flowers need to live
Killed them in the end
I know , I know
You loved the roses
I know the hours you spent with them
I know how your back aches from kneeling over them
I know
But I promise you this terrible storm
Will make new flowers
Sprout up in their place
New flowers for you to grow
New flowers for you to love
All because of this rain