My flower garden is growing
Just like I need it to be.
I watched it start with only dirt
and seeds
and air
and sun.
My life is like those seeds,
covered with a blanket.

And quietly before my eyes the tiny stems appeared
They were reaching toward the warmth above.
And I wondered if I could too.

I realized that part of me was desperate to see those flowers grow.
And my heart began to beat with it.
I needed them be alive, to prove that I could to.

I was asked not to put my trust in dirt
Because it might not prove itself.
I had no other choice you see
Cause what else can I believe in?

And up they popped as beautiful as I knew they could be.
My heart opened with the blooms.
And once my secret garden grew
Nothing really changed.

Cause putting your faith in dirt
Doesn't always work.