Broken Rose by Felicia Spencer


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Broken Rose and babies breath
pretty flowers picked half to death,
to be a boquet for a young spring bride
who's fearful grin her veil will hide.

Broken rose and babies breath
pretty flowers pinned to husbands breast,
to be a corsage of crimson and cream
the blood and tears of a dying dream.

Broken rose and babies breath
pretty flowers next to picket fence,
a solomn festoon of all their scheams
all they never wanted,yet somehow need.

Broken rose and babies breath
pretty flowers adorn christening dress,
mother and father stand hand in hand
blessing the only seed in their barren land.

Broken rose and babies breath
pretty flowers for a young prom guest
they wish her off, hope she wont give in
to the american dream that they have lived in.