It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way,

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.