Pick up the rose

Look at it in close

Pick it up... pick it up

Tears get drown in snow
Tears over the row
Tears had frozen from pains
they had fallen like rains

Pick it up... pick it up

No one care rubs out them
No one care to wipe them

For happiness head
Inner beautifulness dead

Pick it up... pick it up

Caring on its fragrance they pay
neglecting its insurance that decay

No wonder how it pains
No meaning how it claims

Pick it up... pick it up

Pick up the rose
Look at it in close Pick up the rose

Randa--