Two roses.

Two roses in the park,
so pretty and so neat,
beloved by all the flowers
and people in the street.

They wake up with the sunrise
and cheer up everyone,
and back to beauty sleep they go,
when night-time has once come.

One day a lonely person
came walking through the park.
He saw the pretty flowers
and sadness filled his heart.

The roses looked so perfect
he thought they're mocking him.
So he ripped out one of them
and threw it in the bin.

For weeks and months the flowers cried,
and grieved in such a pain,
but they knew that when the winter comes
they'll see the rose again.

I guess it's just like when I thought
that you would always stay -
but I never knew the day would come
when you're taken away.

But somewhere deep inside myself,
I know we'll someday meet.
Until then I'll cheer up the flowers
and people in the street.