Garden Room
I see him laying on the grass,
His head resting on the flower bed
Curled up around a blanket of roses, scarlet red.
And he watches happilu.
I lay down too and my head rests softly
Upon his shoulder
And I hold on tight, not letting go.
The colors flow as our eyes open and
We wake in the amber glow
Of the sunrise.
His head resting on the flower bed
Curled up around a blanket of roses, scarlet red.
And he watches happilu.
I lay down too and my head rests softly
Upon his shoulder
And I hold on tight, not letting go.
The colors flow as our eyes open and
We wake in the amber glow
Of the sunrise.