Where Are My Roses, Debbie?

Am I a broken Jesus

Rattling in sin?

For I sure have my cross to bear

Throw me in the ocean

If you don't love me,

Tell me no kind words

Just be honest;

So I find some dry bones near the sea

And I think of you,

For I have no harsh feelings toward you

Because you cheated death

Once again,

And the sirens are at large now

For many people don't know your story

Yet I know your story

Therefore I shall know it

Once more...

Where are my roses, Debbie?

Where are the monsters under my bed?

For I knew you as my mother...are you still here?

Are you still the loving mother

I've always wanted?

Oh my good old mother!

Tainted by thoughts and trauma,

I carry your heart upon the cross

And I carry it swiftly

For I have no time to waste

For I only get one mother

And you are a rose upon the roses

Behold the breath of September.