Sokchea Saing
Sokchea Saing

Daniel Wayne (06:08)

Daniel Wayne (06:08)

60 Plays

05 May 2021

Like the pedals of the rose I bloom, Light hits the shadow of the stem that gloom’s, Cause the thorns that prick drawing blood, Is the streams that fade out of love, Smell the aroma of the rose that grows, Feel the water on the flower that flows, The rose is life that we touch and see, Pedals blooming in the life of me, Growing from the crack of solid concrete, Thorns growing wild in your cherry seat, Hear the sound of the roses heartbeat, As the withered pedals fall at your feet, A rose is love grown in holy breath, A thorn is hate to tear what is left, Flesh ripped from the thorns of the vine, Blood trickles down from the forgiving mind, Leaving a flower rose that is kind, With the growing world left blind, Pink,red,blue,& yellow pedals of roses that fade, Trimmed to show life from the blade, On the casket bouquet silently laid, Representing love of memories put to rest, Flowers of the most popular roses best, Planted at the grave to be the test, This rose is caring, This rose is sharing, This rose is daring, This rose is life, Of Jesus Christ This rose.............. So let the wind and sun profit in tears, Let the rose grow through all your troubled years, Chasing away every haunting vicious fear, Leading the forest and the does of the deers, Taste of the rose pedals inside my beer, Letting love grow of blooming flowers near, Blood from the thorns that bring the tears, Flower of roses for all my peers, Feel the silkness of the blooming rose, Stem of life’s pedals in between your toes, Sweetness smell of hell for all your foes, Life of death and how it really goes, To bring the smile upon your face, Cause the buds of you tongue loose it’s taste, Rose pedals on the ground are a waste, Kill the thorn that pricks life to bleed, Feel the rain on the rose stem that needs, Nutrition of water and food to sprout, Blooming rose I see forever doubts, If a flower can bring joy to the south, Bit down on with the teeth of my mouth, Presented with love and charity of newness of Christ, For you to have a blooming life, Will you forever be my wife....................

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Like the pedals of the rose I bloom, Light hits the shadow of the stem that gloom’s, Cause the thorns that prick drawing blood, Is the streams that fade out of love, Smell the aroma of the rose that grows, Feel the water on the flower that flows, The rose is life that we touch and see, Pedals blooming in the life of me, Growing from the crack of solid concrete, Thorns growing wild in your cherry seat, Hear the sound of the roses heartbeat, As the withered pedals fall at your feet, A rose is love grown in holy breath, A thorn is hate to tear what is left, Flesh ripped from the thorns of the vine, Blood trickles down from the forgiving mind, Leaving a flower rose that is kind, With the growing world left blind, Pink,red,blue,& yellow pedals of roses that fade, Trimmed to show life from the blade, On the casket bouquet silently laid, Representing love of memories put to rest, Flowers of the most popular roses best, Planted at the grave to be the test, This rose is caring, This rose is sharing, This rose is daring, This rose is life, Of Jesus Christ This rose.............. So let the wind and sun profit in tears, Let the rose grow through all your troubled years, Chasing away every haunting vicious fear, Leading the forest and the does of the deers, Taste of the rose pedals inside my beer, Letting love grow of blooming flowers near, Blood from the thorns that bring the tears, Flower of roses for all my peers, Feel the silkness of the blooming rose, Stem of life’s pedals in between your toes, Sweetness smell of hell for all your foes, Life of death and how it really goes, To bring the smile upon your face, Cause the buds of you tongue loose it’s taste, Rose pedals on the ground are a waste, Kill the thorn that pricks life to bleed, Feel the rain on the rose stem that needs, Nutrition of water and food to sprout, Blooming rose I see forever doubts, If a flower can bring joy to the south, Bit down on with the teeth of my mouth, Presented with love and charity of newness of Christ, For you to have a blooming life, Will you forever be my wife....................

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