A moment of truth is what will be found,
Down in the garden with a lovely sound,
The sound of birds that sing to us,
Sit here silent and don’t make a fuss.

These roses will grow, grow like the wind,
Then you will know that you have been sinned,
Sinned by god and sinned by his friend,
And after that it will never end.

These roses are red and to you I give,
This is where I hope you forgive,
Don’t look back in to the past,
For you are the rose and with you it will last.

A rose is a flower that we all love,
And now we will know that you’re graced from above,
With your soul that is so kind,
It is you that has the gift one day you will find.

You touch us all with that gift that is yours,
This is why we walk through them doors,
These doors will take us to a place that we love,
Because it is you that give us that dream from above.

We dream at night when we close our eyes,
This is the feeling where you get first prize,
The prize is the rose that we all love,
With a lot of warmth that is true from above.


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