Have you seen the beauty Beyond anything reflected By the mirror on the wall? I see the garden hidden Deep inside you precious heart. I'd like to share the flowers there, But I'm afraid the walls sit In silent judgement of my soul. And I know this light I see The balls and bells of joy Might hang too high for me No matter the means I employ.
But I can't sit and say sour grapes For the beauty of the rose defies the thorns, And bloody stump I might pull back Still I grab the bull by those sharp horns. And set myselt to feel the wrath And take my proper medicine. If I fail the test and put to rest, The question of my perceived worth. If I win, well, then I can begin To be the happiest man on Earth.
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Beyond anything reflected
By the mirror on the wall?
I see the garden hidden
Deep inside you precious heart.
I'd like to share the flowers there,
But I'm afraid the walls sit
In silent judgement of my soul.
And I know this light I see
The balls and bells of joy
Might hang too high for me
No matter the means I employ.
But I can't sit and say sour grapes
For the beauty of the rose defies the thorns,
And bloody stump I might pull back
Still I grab the bull by those sharp horns.
And set myselt to feel the wrath
And take my proper medicine.
If I fail the test and put to rest,
The question of my perceived worth.
If I win, well, then I can begin
To be the happiest man on Earth.