There is an answer
Some day we will know
And you will ask her
Why she had to go

We live and die
We laugh and we cry
And you must take away the pain
Before you can begin to live again

By heaven blessed
Looking into the lake of hope
To nourish and to soften
The petals of a dying rose

Memories deep inside
Are as pure as the whitest rose
That will bloom
Throughout an October moon

The withering of the rose
Where the angels send to gather
Now you’re by yourself
But some day we will be together

By heaven blessed
Looking into the lake of hope

To nourish and to soften
The petals of a dying rose