I'm like a painter without a canvas
I'm like a dreamer awake
I'm like a tune with no strings to play on
like a lasting mistake
I'm like a play that remains unopened
with no role to perform
I'm like the morning without the sunrise
like an evening alone
Rose, won't you come home
I'm like a ship with no sea to sail on
I'm like a bird without sky
I'm like a star with no earth to shine for
a continual sigh
I'm like the letters I never posted
loving, lost and forlorn
I'm like the poems I dream and pray through
I'm like a child yet unborn
Rose, won't you come home
