Dried Out Roses

Old red roses, dry and dead,

Wilted petals fall instead,

He once gave me to keep.

Those days they lagged like lonely sleep,

And how they sit as time has passed,

Alone, without a love at last.

With shadows of our old love cry,

And wilted roses that won't die,

A phone with no one there to call,

I try to forget, but don't at all.

I once left your name to find,

I called sweet and good and kind.

But when I found it, it was gone,

You took it back and then moved on.

And so I sit here, cold and blue,

With nothing more for me to do,

But sit, with nothing left to say

And throw the roses all away.

I've prayed that you would decide to stay,

That I could keep you one more day.

And that you wouldn't turn away

And leave me in this place.

And so I'll face this world alone,

Cold as ice, and hard as stone.

But when our love has long been dead,

When we've moved on the road ahead,

And I'm lying wide awake in bed,

Your memory will be here.