Is released On Spotify September 26th 🎶 Hmm-hmm, mmm-mm-mm… Yeah… Sometimes I wonder, when I leave this earth… Can I pick roses in heaven. I been walking through shadows, carrying light in my chest, Every memory’s a garden, but the thorns never rest. Lost some angels to the silence, lost my faith in the rain, But I keep on planting hope through the sorrow and pain. They say heaven is golden, where the streets never fade, But I picture a meadow, where the flowers are laid. So when I’m finally called home, when my last breath is given, Tell me, Lord, tell me true, can I pick roses in heaven. Hmm-mm-mm… Can I pick roses in heaven, lay them down at your feet. For the mothers, for the fathers, for the hearts that still beat. Hmm-mm-mm… Can I bring beauty to the silence, where the lost have been driven. Tell me please, oh tell me, can I pick roses in heaven. I see petals in the sunrise, crimson tears on the ground, Every goodbye that I whispered is another lost sound. But if love never dies, if it lives in the skies, Then these roses are forever, with no need to disguise. Outlaw soul but I’m searching for grace, No gun in my holster, just truth that I face. If the heavens got gardens, let me wander those fields, Picking roses for the broken, where the spirit is healed. Hmm-mm, ohh-ohhh… I’m not asking for mansions, I’m not asking for crowns, Just a chance to touch beauty where the lost are found. Hmm-mm-mm… Let my hands feel the blossoms, let the fragrance be given, One more question, Lord, can I pick roses in heaven. Can I pick roses in heaven, for the love left below. Send a bloom through the silence, let the wounded hearts know. Hmm-mm-mm… Every thorn is forgiven, every shadow is riven, When I gather your roses, in the gardens of heaven. I been outlawed by sorrow, outlawed by grief, But the roses remind me there’s still some relief. Every verse is a prayer, every line is a seed, And I’m planting them higher, where the angels will lead. So don’t cry for my leaving, don’t fear for my soul, I’m just crossing that river to a love made whole. If the gates are wide open, if the stars are unwritten, I’ll be whispering your name while I pick roses in heaven. Hmm-mm-mm… Hmm-mm-mm-mm… Can I pick roses in heaven. Mmm-mm-mm… yeah… Roses in heaven…more

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