Behold the roses galore!
I exist very powerfully on my own
And I am old within my youth,
For I am a wise child!
And I am very abundant within myself
For I love being myself...
Who else would I rather be?
For flowers stem from their consciousness
And I am alive within me,
Behold a child born in the spirit!
For life is a raceless marathon
And I am in the sky at last,
I choose to be healthy in my life
I don\'t choose to be mean
My space is my space
My peace is my peace,
No one will ever understand me
Therefore I am born in the spirit...
For life is a treacherous journey
And I know this for sure,
And all the world is a wicked stage...
Is there any other stage?
For bad things happen to me
Yet I choose to be selfish,
For my rose is my rose
And no one can destroy my garden;
And the world is a wicked stage!
And no one is innocent
Yet I am born in the spirit
And I choose myself.