There was a mother of a seven year old son
Father bailed out when she told him she was carrying his son

A full time worker and a full time single mother
She was a independent women didn't need any help from a brother

She never regret the day she brought her son into the wolrld
She forgets about her pain and struggle everytime he smiles he brightens up her world

She brags about him when she's at work to her friends
She even told them when he accidentally rode his bike and scratched her benz

At times she had to call out from work because of his illness
He had asthma and everytime it attacked him it was vicious

She loved her son, her world always revolves around him
He resembles his father but the innocent him
And every night she tucks him into bed and sings him a lullaby and this is how it goes

( Good night my rose, the rose of my soul, you'll forever bloom in my soul,it'll never rot and grow old,my rose,and ill always love you, and may god protect you as you sleep, so sweet dreams, my rose)

One morning she woke up and decided to cook her sons favorite bacon and eggs
She knew everytime she cooked it he'll jump straight out of bed

But he didn't come and to her it felt kind of strange
She thought maybe he's in a deep sleep so she yelled out his name

She kept calling but he didn't respond
In her mind she had a feeling that something was wrong

She ran to his room
Saying wake up and gave him a shove but he didn't move
Gave it another try and he still didn't move

Now she starts to panic she put her hand gently towards his mouth to feel if he's breathing
But she felt nothing

She checked his pulse and starts hallucinating with tears emerging from her eye's
She did CPR, it didn't work so she gave it another try

Then she called 911 and told the operator that her son isn't breathing
Telling them to please hurry,crying and pleading

As she wait she held her son screaming Lord why
Saying why he had to take the most important thing in her life
It felt like she was internally bleeding from her heart from the stab of a knife
Wishing that God should have took her instead of taking his life

Rocking back and forth as her soul cry
Softly weeping to the Lord askiing the Lord why
And then she started singing the lullaby

( Good night my rose, the rose of my soul, you'll forever bloom in my soul,it'll never rot and grow old,my rose,and ill always love you, and may god protect you as you sleep, so sweet dreams, my rose)