A Bloody Canvas Roses
lay me out in my sunday bestmake me handsome, make me
proud
you watched me grow up, watched me fall
stood by my bedside through it all
a man in white came with a book today
he said, 'son take my hand and let us pray'
my mother seems so afraid
sometimes i think she should of prayed...
...white roses lined the walls, every day here to remind,
the son who grew up to never be, black roses will now
line my bed, ive packed my things, i'm good to go, i just
thought i'd let you know, dont be scared...
...now on the same bed, my body lies and at my feet my
mother cries, the boy she loved with heart and soul, not
yet a man at eight years old, with my eyes shut night i
can finally see, the fine young man i would never be, and
now my mother who never prayed screams 'please dont take
my son away'...
...there were white roses when i was born, to celebrate a
first born son, now black roses left by my side to hold
forever the boy who died...
...dont be scared (im with you)
please dont cry (i'll never leave)
i'll come tonight to lay blue roses at your feet
i will live forvever as the man you'll never meet
