A Burning Question
A lone pink rose
lies waiting for the rain
that it knows is sure to come.
Just as the unending water flows
from the tap.
Drip drop
Drip drop
Drip drop
So to do the unending tears
that fill my heart with sadness.
Sadness for what?
Is the question
that I can't answer
But I know this...
That hope springs forth
just as the water from the tap
goes drip drop drip.
lies waiting for the rain
that it knows is sure to come.
Just as the unending water flows
from the tap.
Drip drop
Drip drop
Drip drop
So to do the unending tears
that fill my heart with sadness.
Sadness for what?
Is the question
that I can't answer
But I know this...
That hope springs forth
just as the water from the tap
goes drip drop drip.
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