A lucid vase holding one red rose
The tender heart of little girl
She stumbles up, dries off her dress
As her misty blue eyes stare at the
Shattered vase on the floor
Break or shatter the vase
Lingers the smell of the rose
The smell of the rose will never fade
Confusion and despair in her eyes
Quietly she ambles to wake her mother
To tell of the shattered vase
Tearfully lying beneath the shutter
Break or shatter the vase
Lingers the smell of the rose
The smell of the rose will never fade
Her mother gently pulls a petal from the rose
Drying the despair from the girls misty eyes
Explaining; if your heart drops and shatters
Your love will always linger
The odor of true love will never fade
