A rose by any other name than Chris will never be the same

Chris-cross, creole sauce, pour one out for all we’ve lost

Mardi Gras, this year, one more, one time

Give the man his flowers while the sun still shines

For he shined his light so that we all could see

He showed up where we all couldn’t be

In the belly of the beast or rather in the guts all spilled out

One of the few still walkin’ about

He saw too much, a nightmare filled with rage

We saw it too in each word on every page

We owe a debt we can never repay

God bless Chris Rose on this Mardi Gras day