Papas Roses

(3x) 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 a holiday When he was gentle and kind   He gave those flowers his heart and soul I wish he'd saved some for me It would have been such a simple thing For me to be   Like papa's roses soft and pale Like petals thrown in the dirt Only silence is spoken here All that grows here is hurt   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 a place where I could forget Forget that I was like 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 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's roses       Papa's roses