If I could live my life as precious as the rose, like the softness of the pedals as they become unfold. When the buds finally open, and the fragrance fills the air I'll carry the never-ending memories enough for all to share.

If I could live my life as soft as the morning dew, the gentleness of the morning brings about a new. It's the presence of the sun so joyous and so blest that keeps me so eager in waiting for my next...