I'm that amaryllis that was left in the winter
I have no guidance or wisdom from Master Splinter
Just my pedals falling away
As you slowly erode me
You have no knowledge of this secret intentsion
My mind feels like it's in a mental detention
With so much thinking
You'd think my boats would be sinking
But they wait
To set sail and let me prevail
Avoiding the monsoons and treacherous hail
I would sail through the entire world
To do this over again