There's a flower bed of friends growing under a bright sky It grows bigger forever and there's no need to wonder why In the event that a flower should cry Well it can't last too long surrounded by sunflowers high up The droughts (droughts) They will dry up (they will dry up) And in the event that a flower should die Will decay is its memory Nutrients shimmering Inviting enticing more flowers to entering Growth and decay are forever unhindering Creation, destruction And is it all the same thing? All that matters is we lift our voices to sing With pens and paintbrushes and cameras It's as much as a picture box to show the world The world through your eyes So let's learn to forgive here Take off our disguises And then we can talk and pick through all the lies we've been told. And we won't be afraid to grow old.