The Death Of A Rose

She's a real Esmerelda dipping her toes in the sand
She's the definition of everything I love and understand
But she don't give, no she don't give a damn

We met on the shallow banks of Jack Knife Bay
She smoked a cigarette and told me why she ran away
And I knew then
Yes I knew then that I loved her anyway
And so the story goes
It was the birth of an angel and the death of a rose

When she was a young girl she wore her mama's clothes
She said, "Pa, don't hurt me!", as he lifted her on her tippy toes
The rocking chair was the nightly witness, holding her girlish garments
As her body took the blows
Her skin in the moonlight froze
The birth of an angel and the death of a rose

One Sunday morning on the way to church they stopped to change the tire
No one else was around and in the distance, there was a prairie fire
She watched her daddy work in the rearview mirror
She felt the time was now and she had no fear
She stepped out of the car and found her strength in an old crowbar
Which she swang with all her might
Then she ran until the day turned into night
She disappeared behind a murder of crows
It was the birth of an angel and the death of a rose

Now we're a thousand miles from her home
She cups with her hands and blows in my face the ocean foam
My car and our love is all that we own
Her emerald eyes conceal her vicious past
I know I'm not her first but I'll be her last
And with that smile her magic spell is cast
I'm the one she chose
It was the birth of an angel and the death of a rose