Will the rose grow old of me? Will the wind blow it away? Don’t let the caterpillars come Their not your friend Their not your enemy It’s just natural (beautiful) life I will be the bee of your dreams If you would let me I will take the pollen from you And set it free (from this garden)… …Causing pain to go away Please let me see The world and its hidden… (Painful) beauty… I’m just a blind, blue bee Guide me to the garden of roses Turn from a rose to a tree And create a Family Tree And we will dismiss the sad times…