Desperate roses blow in the wind...
My poverty has stricken me once again
Don\'t let your sister break your soul
For the sweet song of a flower
Brings slaves to the water
I am a slave to this town
And I am your sister
Walking down trials and tribulations
That I can\'t ignore
Oh sweet brother, take my hand
For I am heaven in a heart-shaped box
This burning building was once our house
Now we are poor
But at least we are together;
Brother and sister, sister and brother
Don\'t let this world break our souls once more
For mommy and daddy would be so proud
That we are strong as a family
Sweet roses don\'t stay forever
Yet the air is just as sweet
Like morning dew in the rain
And the sun upon the children
Oh how can I write these notes in a song
As eternity comes to console us?
For the burning on Saint Ave
Will never be the same...
The memories, the lamp,
The old tea kettle on the stove;
For thirty years in this house
Has turned to ashes
Now I write a song for you, my brother
And I shall sing it to you
In your heart,
And I love you so much for all these years
And I hold you in my heart
Forever;
Tell mommy and daddy I am proud of them
As this house burns
We burn together
In the miracle of Saint Ave.