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65 Roses


Tracie Lynn & Troy Powers

Sitting on a park bench
Taking a needed break
From the rat race in the city
I needed a hiding place

A little boy sat down beside me and asked me what was wrong
I said grown up stuff, it’s just no fun, I need to be alone
But he did not move a muscle, he had a lot on his little mind
He said I know about that grown up stuff my mama tries to hide

65 roses makes my mama cry
I don’t under stand the reason
I don’t know why
The doctor looked so serious in his office on that day
He told my mama that I was sick but he would try to find a way
To make those roses go away

The boy started to explain how it hurts for him to play
How he gets so tired, it’s hard to breath, his cough won’t go away
In my mind the pieces started falling into place
Those 65 roses must have another name

65 roses makes his mama cry
I don’t under stand the reason
I don’t know why
He said the doctor looked so serious in his office on that day
He told his mama her boy was sick
But he would try to find a way
To make those roses go away

I went on line so I could find out more about those roses
With misty eyes I realized my little friend has Cystic Fibrosis

65 roses might be easier to say
From the mind of a child
I learned a hard lesson that day
When I see a rose I always stop to pray
For my little friend, for the doctors, to find a way
To make those roses go away