What shall I do with the body I've been given
So much at one with me so much my own
For the quiet happiness of breathing
Being able to be alive
Tell me to whom I should be grateful
What shall I do with the body I've been given
So much at one with me so much my own
For the quiet happiness of breathing
Being able to be alive
Tell me to whom I should be grateful
I am Gardener , Flower Too
And not alone in the world's dungeon
My warmth my exhalation
One can already see
On the windowpane of eternity
The pattern printed in my breathing here
Has not been seen before
Let the moments condensation
Vanish without trace
The cherished pattern no one can face
I am Gardener , Flower Too
And not alone in the world's dungeon
My warmth my exhalation
One can already see
On the windowpane of eternity
The pattern printed in my breathing here
Has not been seen before
Let the moments condensation
Vanish without trace
The cherished pattern no one can face
The cherished pattern no one can face
The cherished pattern no one can face