Who's to blame
When the reaper wins a bet
Who's to blame
When the widow gets the debt
Who's to blame
When the distance wears you out
I hope to God
I made you proud
Like the roses in the yard
Beauty seems to leave so soon
Take your place among the stars
She'll make sure your roses bloom
Death came easy, Life was hard
Rest assured
You're in my heart
Who's to say
That we've got this figured out
Who's to say
That your soul cannot be found
Who's to say
That your love is over now
Rest assured
You made us proud
Rest assured
You made me proud