Roses
At a banquet with daddy, his sweet little girl
Is wearing glass slippers and her mother's pearls.
She's smelling the flowers he gave to her,
And wishing her roses could live forever.
"Oh, why can't they live, these roses of mine?
They blossomed and faded, in such a short time.
I'll cherish their sweetness, 'til the last petal falls
For all things must die, still their memory lives on."
The day she's eighteen, the doorbell rings,
A boy is there smiling, so bright and so sweet.
He hands her twelve roses, all in full bloom,
And he says, "They're not as beautiful as you."
"Oh, why can't they live, these roses of mine?
They blossomed and faded, in such a short time.
I'll cherish their sweetness, 'til the last petal falls
For all things must die, still their memory lives on."
All dressed in white, she walks down the aisle,
Her hands full of roses, her face full of smiles.
They represent love, so pure and so new,
Though the roses will perish, the love will stay true.
"Oh, why can't they live, these roses of mine?
They blossomed and faded, in such a short time.
I'll cherish their sweetness, 'til the last petal falls
For all things must die, still their memory lives on."
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