Our love was as strong as a flower in the spring

So full of life and color

We kept it alive with tenderness and desire

Trust was our sunshine and water

But lately I find myself praying for rain

For the light of the sun to bring her home again

Is she tending to a rose from another garden

While ours slowly grows dry

Is she tending to a rose from another garden

Letting our love die on the vine

Should I lay the blame or feel any shame

Should I be the one to let go

Did her love like a rose simply change with the season

Truly beyond her control

Should I hold on to the thorns or get

On with my life

Are the roots deep enough for our love to survive

Is she tending to a rose from another garden

While ours slowly grows dry

Is she tending to a rose from another garden

Letting our love die on the vine

Letting our love die on the vine