Gardening the hedges of my self esteem, rooting beneath trellises, wrapping up the messes, left behind à raging monsoon, entrancing perfume filling the air, where your sorrow lingered once before, take my hand, I'll lead you through the winding path, darkness beckons at you, fireflies shoot fireworks along the way, hush now sweet, honey thickens your eyes and bloom beneath the moon, close them now, tuck you in gently, we'll be home soon. 