I picked a rose this morning   And it was so fresh, it looked like it was crying   I thought how sad to be so beautiful   Only to wither and die   Like papa's roses soft and pale   Like petals thrown in the dirt   Only silence is spoken here   All that grows here is hurt   And papa's roses   Papa wasn't really a hardened man   He could be tender at times   I remember, it was like it holiday   When he was gentle and kind   He gave those roses his heart and soul   I wish he'd saved some for me   It would've been such a simple thing,   For me to be, like papa's roses      Like papa's roses soft and pale   Like petals thrown in the dirt   Only silence is spoken here   All that grows here is hurt   And papa's roses      Voices that whisper soft and low   Forever buried inside   Haunted by images dark and cold   Forever burned in your mind   But I dreamed I could fly away   Like an angel I'd fly   To the places where I could forget   Forget that I was like papa's roses      Like papa's roses soft and pale   Like petals thrown in the dirt   Only silence is spoken here   All that grows here is hurt   And papa's roses