A Rose On The Stereo

There is a memory that is vivid in my head;

A ballerina's rosebud remains, Behold

Such tenderness opens up my heartstrings

Am I destined to be alive for another year?

I see my life right before me

The birds, the bees, the flowers, the things;

And there it is out in the coliseum

A little girl stands

Between her rose and her fate,

And her father stands with her

Holding her hand and comforting her...

Some days are more crucial than others

Yet there are some moments that keep me alive

The sun lights a candle for me

Even during the times that I am not good

Because I am the loneliest girl in the world;

Where is this rose that leads me be?

Where is the love that carries me?

Such beauty is not quite embraced

Yet I still read the Bible

With a smile on my face

And I think about all the roses on the stereo

But there is one particular one

That always feels defeated,

She lies upon the stereo

Longing for the music to end

Because the music is killing her...

Daddy, daddy

Why don't I feel so alive?

My rosebud dreams are livid

Where are my angels when I need them?

Where are the souls that thrive?

For the roses in the coliseum

Are livid too,

For the love on a ballerina's face

Never stays afloat

I write on your piano keys next to the stereo

The four-letter word that is love.

And you are the human Jesus

That looks after me,

You bear a cross for my name

As I dance across the floors of a human faith,

For a human faith is scorned;

Daddy, daddy

I am that rose in your hair

That lingers on your stereo--

And the coliseum is full of angels

Singing words of praise,

And what is my life without the perfect guardian?

I hold in my hand

Your rosebud,

For rosebud dreams tend the darling buds of May

For I will forever linger in dismay

And heaven is a masterpiece I won't forsake

Forgive my blood-bound heart;

I am the rose on the stereo.