Writers: Doug Supernaw, Lonnie Atkinson
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Cold tile floors, a single bed
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The TV is her only company
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Out he door she sticks her head
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Thought she heard her family
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But it's not Christmas or Mother's Day
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And all her old friends have passed away
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She's living in a garden
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Where only heartache grows
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'Cuz what was a blooming flower
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Is now a wilting rose
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Days go by, she's hanging on
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Staring at the grand kids on the wall
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She stars to cry cuz Sunday's gone
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I guess they just forgot to call
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And all that keeps her from giving up
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The hope she'll look outside and walking up
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Is a child that must meet Grandma before the day she goes
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Cuz what was a blooming flower
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Is now a wilting rose
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She's living in a garden where everybody knows
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That we'll soon be laying flowers upon our wilting rose
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Wilting Rose
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Doug Supernaw |