A Rose from Another Garden

Our love was as strong As a flower in the spring So full of life and colors We kept it alive With tenderness and desire Trust was our sunshine and water But lately I find myself praying for rain For the light of the sun To bring her home again Is she tending to a rose From another garden? While ours slowly grows dry Is she tending to a rose From another garden? Letting our love die on the vine Should I lay the blame Or feel any shame? Should I be the one to let go? Did her love like a rose Changed with the season Truly beyond her control Should I hold on to the thorns Or get on with my life? Are the roots deep enough For our love to survive? Is she tending to a rose From another garden? While ours slowly grows dry Is she tending to a rose From another garden? Letting our love die on the vine Letting our love die on the vine