"A Rose By Any Other Name" by Amie Comeaux
(Written by James Beauhall and Sylvia Johns)   

A young man’s picture in a dented frame
A faded diary, a high school ring
Satin ribbons from a young girl’s hair
A dirty ragged teddy bear
Some plastic bags in a grocery cart
Held all that’s left of what used to be
Before drunken visits from a troubled dad
Drove her from her family 

Her home now is a shipping crate
In an alley by a heating grate
She wears clothes someone else threw out
She gets her meals at the mission house
She’s had the chance to sell herself
But her heart tells her it ain’t right
Each day she searches for her sanity
Then struggles for survival each night

Chorus:
She fashions paper roses to give to strangers on the street
Sometimes they leave some loose change
In a fruit jar at her feet
Everybody calls her Rose, her real name no one knows
But a rose by any other name is still a rose

The memory of that night had dimmed her reason
She still thinks the blame is hers to bear
She’s the one who didn’t get forgiven
She can’t go back
The nightmare was waiting there

I went to see her the other day
The shine man said she’d passed away
She’s resting now ‘neath a big oak tree
I guess the demons finally set her free
Engraved upon a marble stone
Were the words “Here Lies A Rose”
And paper roses fill that old fruit jar
How they got there no one knows

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