felicity grew a garden she planted with her hands she reminisced in her myths a believer in romance felicity grew a garden it turned to paradise but without rain she could not grow and without rain she would not know what would be the price the ground beneath her feet it was bitter it was sweet the ground beneath her feet it was bitter felicity grew a garden a haven safe from fate and the ground beneath her feet it was bitter it was sweet but the fruit from it she ate the ground beneath her feet it was bitter it was sweet the ground beneath her feet it was bitter 