Hands make the flower pots
Sun grows the seed
Culture determines
A bloom or a weed
Isn't it peculiar, mothers and sons
Deeming the merits of everyone

Whispers in the garden
Carried on a breeze
How were you enduring
On your feet or on your knees

Scratches and bruises
Lipstick and curls
The victims of heaven
Are climbing the world
Isn't it peculiar, lawyers and thieves
Meeting one another in the plight to be free

Whispers in the garden
Carried on a breeze
How were you enduring
On your feet or on your knees

[Rolling?]
[One, two, three...]