Tara Blaise

21 Years

Tara Blaise


Paint the stars, boys with cars, 
Empty chairs, no one cares, 
You're breathing free. 
Raise a glass to absent friends, 
Journey's end 
For you. 

All the roses fall, 
All the trees no matter how tall 
Eventually. 

Yes my love, I'll design 
Stars above, And my 
Greatest gift will be 
21 years of laughter and love 
For me. 

All the roses fall, 
All the trees no matter how tall 
Eventually. 
And the promise we made 
Does not break, does not fade, 
Just like you said it would be. 

The sun is red, 
Get out bed, 
And when the red, red robin 
Goes bop, bop bopping, 
Bop, bop bopping 
For you 

All the roses fall, 
All the trees no matter how tall 
Eventually, 
And the promise we made 
Does not break, does not fade 
Just like you said it would be, 
And the promise we made 
Does not break, does not fade, 
It's like you said it would be.