The Rose She Left Behind

The day the Lord called her to heaven, My whole world fell apart. I stood there holding our little girl, Trying to mend a broken heart. She was only five that summer, Too young to understand goodbye. She kept asking when her mama Would come back from the sky. She's the rose she left behind, A living piece of her. The same blue eyes, the same sweet smile, The same gentle spirit in her. And every time she calls my name, I hear her mother's voice somehow. God took the woman that I loved, Mm, but I still see her now. The years went by like pages turning, And my little rose grew tall. Sometimes she laughs just like her mother, And it breaks me most of all. She doesn't know how many evenings I sat alone and cried. Thanking God for every moment With the rose she left Behind. Some men inherit gold and riches. Some leave fortunes far and wide. She left me something far more precious, The rose she left behind. She's the rose she left behind, The answer to so many prayers. The reason I kept moving forward Through the grief and all the tears. And when I finally reach heaven, And see my love again someday. I'll tell her that her little rose Bloomed beautifully on The way. The woman I love Is with Jesus. But every morning When I see my daughter, I see the rose she left Behind. Mm, yeah, Charlie Coco.