Plastic gardens are pallid and cannot bloom.
Let's build a world that cannot break.
Where, if you were to die,
everything would matter.
It's different in the clouds than in the water.
Let's not venture out there again.
Where, if you can't get in,
everything would shatter.
The glass from the windows,
the china cups on the attic shelves,
and the white wine bottles in the cellar.
Let's build a world that cannot cry.
Where, if you asked me
with a gun directed at my face,
"Who would I be willing to die for?"
I would answer "You, silly."

