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 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

Ooh ooh ooh....

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

Mmmm...papa's roses...

Papa's roses