Feeling like a rose in a little box
Trying to stretch out and curious about the outside world
Sometimes lonely, sometimes happy
Every week a rose in a little box came to me
When the box opened along with an honest smile, I felt there was nothing else that could make me happier
Feeling like a rose in a little box
Trying to understand why things have to be the way they are
Sometimes angry, sometimes calm
Every week I would feel the fragrance of a rose coming up from a little box
That was the most beautiful gesture of pure love
My rose in a little box…so grateful you were meant to be mine
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