Even sunflowers need the rain to grow Like recycling scar tissue you refuse to show Like holding the words to a cookbook containing the recipe for disaster Like the blood of an open wound placed by the whip of an unruly master Even sunflowers need the rain to grow Like when you finally learn the meaning of you reap what you sow Like a magnificent sand castle washed away by the sea All the sand becomes one and denies the right to be free Even sunflowers need the rain to grow Like the sting from the phrase I told you so Like a deer caught in headlights frozen dead in it's tracks Like gazing the stars if we could just climb the smoke stacks Even sunflowers need the rain to grow Like excluding truth from what you think you know Like playing life in a game of poker, and the *** is everything but cheap Karma has the high hand, face up, read'em and weep Even sunflowers need the rain to grow Like running through red lights because all you want is to go Like a jack of all trades who can't fix his own heart Like the tortoise that took off before the race even start Even sunflowers need the rain to grow Like a hundred oars and no arms to row