One Red Rose
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As I sit there waiting with a single red rose in my cold hands,
I try to remember the good times,
Houw he taught me how to make cartoons,
My favorite one was a guy in a car.
How I would walk into the house,
And he would be there smiling.
How he would always say,
"Who is that?" or "Who's that big girl?"
I always knew he knew who I was
I'm standing in a room with a single red rose in my hand.
Waiting...for those words,
The words that will go through me
As if someone stabbed a knife in my heart.
The young man stands up as tall as a giraffe.
He speaks, "Let's pray as we say our last goodbyes to Edward Trebing."
I start to cry.
My eyes are like sprinklers watering the rug below me.
The knife stabbed me right in the middle of my heart...
I'm sad, I'm tired, I'm wet, I am afraid.