She sits on the park bench
In her red dress
Thinking about the good times
Woundering what happened

She walks through the park
In her red high heels
Smelling the rose bushes
Singing a little tune

She stops in front of a store
She looks at the flowers
Sitting in the window
The beautiful red roses

She walks into the store
"I would like some roses" she says
The clerk gives her red roses
"I would like black roses" she says

"We don't have black" he says
She sighs and walks out
She walks in the park
She sees the red roses

She sees a man in red
He sees her walking to him
He hands her a dozen roses
"I don't like black" he said

She takes the dozen roses
Smiles at him and walks away
Four days later on the news
She hears the man that gave her the roses...

Later died