Under the city of flowers
A place I lived
Of dark and security
I would look up and imagine
the city of flowers
And the beauty within
But as it stands
Here I am
Under the city of flowers

The city of flowers
A place I wish to see
A land of green, orange, and yellow
As far as the eye can see
A gentle breeze makes them sway
But I could not see of the land I've dreamed
So I retreat to my home
Under the city of flowers

As I age, under the city of flowers
I can only wish
That one day I'll break out of my shell
And finally see the magic others have
I'll wake up and see the rising sun
Mourning the falling moon
And I'd feel for the first time
After I leave behind
The only home I'd ever known
Under the city of flowers