[00:16.870]The old house stands deserted
[00:22.492]Crumbling and decaying
[00:26.850]Its broken windows watching
[00:32.447]As a young child wanders
[00:37.638]In amongst the roses
[00:42.174]Overgrown and falling
[00:47.349]The garden once was cared for
[00:51.884]Life is like the garden.
[01:03.841]The roses reach to touch her
[01:09.264]They whisper as she passes
[01:13.665]Their petals form a carpet
[01:19.458]Soft and warm and scented
[01:24.751]In amongst the roses
[01:30.604]Full in bloom and fading
[01:34.786]The young child cannot hear them
[01:39.325]Life is like the young child.
[02:04.509]The young child has been gathering
[02:09.963]Flowers for her mother
[02:14.300]Flowers for her bedside
[02:19.902]Flowers for her table
[02:24.929]In amongst the roses
[02:29.155]She is gathering wild flowers
[02:34.593]The roses bend to kiss her
[02:39.344]Life is like the roses.
[02:50.727]The old house stands deserted
[02:56.452]Crumbling and decaying
[03:01.324]Its broken windows watching
[03:06.430]As a young child wanders
[03:11.365]In amongst the roses
[03:15.937]Full in bloom and fading
[03:21.170]The young child cannot hear them
[03:25.874]Life is like the young child