On beds of roses lies the scent of oblivion
Yet its thorns prick everyone
Oh, little seed what soil did you plant yourself in
As the rain pitter-patters, it pools and gathers
To your roots and to your limbs
We wanted to thrive but now we're overgrown
Swallowing all our old hopes
Cut us down, we'll rise again slow
Wilt for me flower, I'll replant you too
From the soil to the seed, you'll be nourished endlessly
When the planets all align and the sun is high
You'll bloom and come into your own
To plant your feet, become unsown
So little sprout don't go and spread yourself thin
Think of every dirt patch as a new beginning
And every seed as our kin
All brothers and sisters from a life below
Where the grass cuts like razors
So our spirits must learn to regrow
Wilt for me flower, I'll replant you too
From the soil to the seed, you'll be nourished endlessly
When the planets all align and the sun is high
You'll bloom and come into your own
To plant your feet, become unsown
So you have found a place to bloom
Yet wisteria has taken you
It en-wreaths you in its clasp even though so much nature
Has passed between its arms
I couldn't help but stay
I'll stay and
I'll tend the garden for her
I'll become the sower
Wilt for me flower, I'll replant you too
From the soil to the seed, you'll be nourished endlessly
When the planets all align and the sun is high
You'll bloom and come into your own
To plant your feet, become unsown
Oh, the weeds how they grow
In a garden begotten by woe
Oh Mary, we've come unsown