In the depths of the garden I am a seed
Sprouting into a new day
I am a weed
My limbs dance, but still I bleed
I feel the soil in which I decay
In the depths of the garden I am a seed
I want to live a life of peace I plead
But I am not wanted here anyway
I am a weed
I get ripped from limb to limb indeed
But I always come back to stay
In the depths of the garden I am a seed
I am alone, and still I bleed
To be loved I pray
I am a weed
I wish I were anything but a weed I plead
I want to grow but my wish is in dismay
In the depths of the garden I am a seed
I am a weed
