Lyric Papa s Roses

I picked a rose this morning
And it was so fresh, it looked like it was crying
I thought how sad to be so beautiful
Only to wither and die
Like Papa s Roses soft and pale
Like petals thrown in the dirt
Only silence is spoken here
All that grows here is hurt
And Papa s Roses
Papa wasn t really a hardened man
He could be tender at times
I remember, it was like it holiday
When he was gentle and kind
He gave those roses his heart and soul
I wish he d saved some for me
It would ve been such a simple thing,
For me to be, like Papa s Roses

Like Papa s Roses soft and pale
Like petals thrown in the dirt
Only silence is spoken here
All that grows here is hurt
And Papa s Roses

Voices that whisper soft and low
Forever buried inside
Haunted by images dark and cold
Forever burned in your mind
But I dreamed I could fly away
Like an angel I d fly
To the places where I could forget
Forget that I was like Papa s Roses

Like Papa s Roses soft and pale
Like petals thrown in the dirt
Only silence is spoken here
All that grows here is hurt
And Papa s Roses