I have lived as a garden rose,
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It is the only life I’ve known.
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I’ve felt the touch of tending hands,
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I get my rain from a watering can.
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Now from the time I was a seed,
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I have had everything I need.
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And I grew strong and I grew tall,
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Until the day I saw past the garden wall.
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Now tell me something little wildflower,
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Can’t you make some room for me?
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'Cause I will climb out of this garden,
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And put my feet down in the weeds.
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I always thought that my life was enough,
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Till I saw your face so brilliant and so rough.
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You were shining right back up at the whole sky,
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Handing out smiles, to travelers passing by.
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Now tell me something little wildflower,
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Can’t you make some room for me?
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'Cause I will climb out of this garden,
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And put my feet down in the weeds.
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And if an acorn becomes an oak tree,
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Caterpillar makes a butterfly.
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Oh, then tell me one good reason,
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A rose should not become a weed, by and by.
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'Cause don’t the sunshine lay the brightest,
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On the shoulders of the wild?
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And don’t the breeze lay the sweetest,
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On the face of its own child?
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And tell me something, little wildflower,
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Have you made some room for me?
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'Cause I will leave this wall forever,
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A little wildflower I will be.
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Hey, a little wildflower I will be.
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Two little wildflowers we will be.
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Garden Rose
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| Kris Delmhorst |
