Strawberry Rose

In an attic on Strawberry Road
Hidden in the dark was a bag of her clothes
I found a note in the pocket of her jeans
A piece of the puzzle after so many years

Blowing off the dust on a cold case file
This one has haunted me most of my life
She was so young and left a little child
Where did she go to and why would she leave?

She is sleeping in the cold
Hear the calling of her restless soul
He is fearful when he dreams
Blood on the soil grows a whispering rose

Driving alone to the address that she wrote
Past the old factory at a dead-end road
I can almost smell her perfume
With my blood hound nose
It leads me to a lonely place
Where shadows decay in forgotten hope

She is sleeping in the cold
Hear the calling of her restless soul
He is fearful when he dreams
Blood on the soil grows a whispering rose

A path led to a secluded wood
A single shoe strangely out of place
Where the fungus and the nettles grew
In the middle of nowhere a red rose bloomed

She is sleeping in the cold
Hear the calling of her restless soul
He is fearful when he dreams
Blood on the soil grows a whispering rose
She has led me back to you
I hear her lost soul whisper
Beneath the rose
She has haunted you to this day
A life for a life is the
The price you must pay
I shed a tear for Strawberry Rose