The Rose Of Tacloban

	I wrote inside my yearbook
	“To try is to succeed
	Fried chicken and the rumba
	The colors pink and cream”

	Ninoy was my first love
	But he said I was too tall
	A rich girl stole the sweetheart
	Of the Rose of Tacloban

	The heart grows slightly colder
	Necessary to survive
	And money makes it easy
	In many people’s lives

	The sky above protects us
	Don’t know what I will become
	Or what lies beyond tomorrow
	For the Rose of Tacloban

	Elegant women on a magazine page
	Elegant women, like a paper parade
	I don’t go out dancing, I just stay at home
	Cutting out their faces, and replacing them with my own
	Cutting out their faces, and replacing them with my own

	The sky above protects us
	Don’t know what I will become
	Or what lies beyond tomorrow
	For the Rose of Tacloban
	What lies beyond tomorrow for the Rose—
	Of Tacloban

	I wrote inside my yearbook
	" To try is to succeed
	Fried chicken and the rumba
	The colors pink and cream"

	Ninoy was my first love
	But he said I was too tall
	A rich girl stole the sweetheart
	Of the Rose of Tacloban

	The heart grows slightly colder
	Necessary to survive
	And money makes it easy
	In many people' s lives

	The sky above protects us
	Don' t know what I will become
	Or what lies beyond tomorrow
	For the Rose of Tacloban

	Elegant women on a magazine page
	Elegant women, like a paper parade
	I don' t go out dancing, I just stay at home
	Cutting out their faces, and replacing them with my own
	Cutting out their faces, and replacing them with my own

	The sky above protects us
	Don' t know what I will become
	Or what lies beyond tomorrow
	For the Rose of Tacloban
	What lies beyond tomorrow for the Rose
	Of Tacloban