Give me a soul as the rose has,
brimming with perfume and
dancing in the company of bees,
where nothing concerns other than
"live and let live,"
grow and enjoy and expire.
By grace give me the strength
and the courage to be beautiful and armed,
for I must protect what is precious
and what is for none to touch.
Give me the wind that I might talk with
and the rain that I might rejoice with
and give me the hope that I might have a choice in this.
Give me a soul as the rose has,
and let me be whole.