Red Rose
Red rose color these somber days.
For everything seems far too grey,
My heart is heavy, days grow cold,
That bridge I’ll pass before too long.
The sparrow lays beside the walk.
Red rose color these somber days.
Chill sets into my weary bones,
That bridge is calling me: “come home”.
Tidings are of death and dying,
War and hatred among mankind.
Red rose color these somber days.
That bridge will call many today.
Would you pass your days in hatred?
Would you lose your soul to anger?
That bridge is calling to us all…
Red rose color these somber days.
This is so sad. A beautifully written quatern.
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Ach…recently the things that have been happening in the U.S. has soured some friends…it makes me so sad to see their talents thrown to the wind…
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