We travel down many roads and cover many miles
Yet we still can’t understand why God took your child
For a white rose
We place this white rose on your door
Th e little baby you carried is no more
We enter this room fi lled with tears
Oh yea, God hears.
Th e nurses heart grows heavy as the mother speak
Why, oh why, I felt my baby last week.
Th is white rose
We hang on your door, heaven has taken one more.
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