Will you be my rose? Will you take my hand? Will you keep me there when it's time for me to make a stand?
Will you be my rose in the morning too, when the night time fades and the world begins anew?
Will you be my rose when I'm gone away in the sweet repose at the end of the day when I'm all alone and a cold wind blows?
Will you be my rose when I'm gone away in the sweet repose at the end of the day when I'm all alone and a cold wind blows?
A rose that can show me when all goes wrong and find a place for me in the place I belong.
I've searched my whole life to find you from sunrise to sunrise. I never gave up. I always knew someday I'd look right up into your eyes.
Will you be my rose? Will you hear my song when I ask for it? Will you touch my cheek? Will you come along to another town to another day?
Will you be my rose down the lost highway? A rose in the snow so fresh and clean. A rose that's the brightest red I have ever seen.
A rose that can show me when all goes wrong and find a place for me. I always did belong.
Will you be my rose in the morning tune when the night time fades and the world begins anew?
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