When life has no meaning, I drop it all
I leave it all, unfinished, until I don't even start
Lost in nirvana
But then, there's a small rose in the desert I find beautiful
I stroke it very gently, water it, look at it with loving eyes
and suddenly life has meaning
because I treated the rose with dignity and care,
with attention and admiration,
with grace and virtue
in symbiosis, our purpose,
across the whole world
we give ourselves a home.
across the whole world
we give ourselves a home.