Roses

Red was his favorite color
and anything you asked he knew
a normal kid like any other
just like me and you

he was smart beyond his years
and nice to everyone he met
so brave he had no fears
him to be scared he wouldn't let

he loved roses more that the world
and they way they felt to touch
this boy was only six years old
and obsessed with roses pretty much

he awoke late one night
with horrible stomach pains
first time he was trembling with fright
and on the rug were blood stains

at four o clock the next day
he was pronounced dead
my baby brother had passed away
i feel to my knees and the tears fled

just once more to see his happy face
and hear him sing in the bath
i would do anything to switch places
and his hear crazy laugh

i trying to clear my head
and a speech i was trying to compose
when i looked on my bed
there lay a silky red rose.