A field of roses
Where we walked
The sun beaming off your face
Tender and delightful
I visit that same field of roses
Only now it is I who walks them
The sun beaming off my tears drops
In pain and dying
You were my rose
My reason for getting up and walking
My sunshine and light
But now you are my rock, so deep in the ground.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
A field of roses
Where we walked
The sun beaming off your face
Tender and delightful
I visit that same field of roses
Only now it is I who walks them
The sun beaming off my tears drops
In pain and dying
You were my rose
My reason for getting up and walking
My sunshine and light
But now you are my rock, so deep in the ground.
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