Folding paper roses,
to lay at your feet,
in this endless shower of love,
repeat on repeat.
It comes to you,
again and again,
wave on wave,
in perfect sing.
My heart sings it's song,
of it's love for you,
won't stop singing
til last beats through.
Ring the bells,
rice will fly,
in this love
that will not die,
if by God's grace,
he shows to we,
our clear and certain path.
