|
One little girl on the street corner stands,
A'shivering in the wind,
With a basket of roses in her little hands,
The gloves upon them thinned.
Her knees knock together at a furious pace,
No pants upon them lay.
Only a skirt and some tattered cloth
To get her through the day.
She holds out a flower to all who pass by
Ignoring the numb in her feet.
And she smiles a smile to light the world
As she stands upon the street.
At the end of the day, no roses sold,
She retires to some rest
As her soul drifts up to other souls,
Released from her small chest.
And as she stands at Heaven's gate
She smiles down at those
Who ever once had bought from her
One single little rose.
And now dear friends, my tale ends here
For you to pass on by
To those who you believe should know
Of our rose-girl in the sky.
|
|
