I use to believe that when you picked a flower,
It would always be there.
Always be beautiful, the definition of perfection.

But now I see that we were never meant to pick flowers.
We were instead meant to stay in the garden.

Because one day the Gardener,
The one who planted us flowers.
Will plant you right next to me,
And water us well.
He'll teach us how to grow,
And always show us light.
He'll teach us what's wrong from right.

But dear heart, it can get lonely.
The time sometimes isn't right now.
Sometimes it takes patience and watering from the well.

But oh dear flower, you'll bloom.
So don't you shed a tear.
Just trust in the gracias Gardener,
He is so very near.
And when the time is right,
He'll grant you a certain wish.
When you've bloomed and you've flourished,
He'll plant a seed right next to you.
And the two of you will grow together.

Oh dear heart, how you two will bloom.