It’s about a caring, faithful dog / named Rose who was my companion for many / happy years. This is the story of how she died.
It was an abandoned children’s / hospital and many people believed it was haunted. During the / 1930s, a wave of tuberculosis had killed hundreds of children.
Just as she was / about to head back into the restaurant and ask for a ride from one / of the bus boys, she spotted a yellow taxi parked up ahead at the / streetlight.
Have you ever hung around old cemeteries at night? / I wouldn’t recommend it. You don’t know who or what you’ll meet…
falling into patterns which are nonproductive / call it bad judgement or miscommunication / someone falling through the cracks
tears follow pain, follow bitterness, / love burnt to ashes.