• Blue Roses fall from the sky,
    Blue roses never wither and die,
    Blue Roses,
    How I wish that I,
    could fly,
    on a cloud of blue roses,
    part the sea of blue roses,
    like Moses,
    or stand in many poses,
    on the rocky shore,
    more and more,
    I seem to see blue roses,
    in a field of tears and blood,
    they look like a deadly flood,
    blue roses are my sorrow,
    and I will see blue roses,
    today and,