Like living a burrowed time.
Out of season n its time,
There stood by da highway side,
The last rose of summer.
Redness of all da roses it bore.
Its stand, a stand against da tyrants,
Da wind,da weather n time.
There stood da last rose of summer!
Listen 2 da distant voice;Whispering a heeding call.
Da voice within voicing; Look where thou stand.
Living,growing on a barren waste of land,
Unlike da last rose of summer.
A fight against da taker,
Takes dat courage of da rose.
It wilt thy life consume bt thy stand b like,
The last rose of summer!