When you were a baby
Just a small little sprout...

They're her windows to her soul
The prettiest I've ever seen...

I'm a piece of literature
That no one comes to read...

Her petals glisten with morning dew
It's such a fine sight to see...

He sits on his throne high above
And his Mighty name is God...

He dwells inside my head
The creator of my dreams...

I'm still the winner
Even though I'm # 2...

I am the light
I am the dark...

She's like a spray can
That's ready to explode...

I'm a piece of property
That no one cares to stroll...

It's those cracks that let the light in
Those holes that keep us humble...

Our days are numbered
As our time unwinds...