You were born a flower, perfect and white 

creeping slowly and steadily out of your turtle shell

watching what the world had to say,

but there is no need to listen

For in a field of red roses,

you are the white one

 

 Just keep your roots planted firm in the ground 

don't  jump into the crimson fire

 

Speak what you want to say

don't let the world condemn you

 

you should live like no one is watching

and dream as if there are no limits 

 

when you think only Hell is left, find Heaven

 

Keep your roots planted firm in the ground

don't jump into the crimson fire

 

Sing as loud as the birds

laugh until you cry

And when you must cry,

cry until no more tears can be shed

 

But keep dancing in the rain

and be sure to splatter paint on a plain white canvas 

 

Always keep your roots planted firm in the ground

don't jump into the crimson fire

 

so someday you can sleep on fluffy white clouds 

and dance with the angels at night