little tiny bud soft sweet and shy sings with her eyes closed dreams by her window paper is her kingdom on the floor of her room floor of her room i remember the classroom where i heard of the good news and i sang out the true songs with glue on my fingers from a new paper jesus and i was content i was content studied for the good grades and i spoke not the bad words i prayed for my sad friends and worshiped the romance deep in my garden but man built my garden and filled it with lies filled it with lies little tired flower lost all her color she s singin a new song but she cries in the shower she worships the beauty but that s all there is and life feels too long and that s all there is i remember the moment you breathed on my small heart your voice was a whisper at the foot of my bed my room washed in yellow with the sun of a new day i sang with my eyes closed i wasn t afraid i wasn t afraid