A little bud has appeared,
in the garden of life.
A bud with tender hopes,
and mighty wishes in its warm breast.
The sweet little bud is,
surrounded by the thorns of reality,
and unrelenting bitterness of life.
But come what may,
I will nurture this bud,
with all my might.
I'll feed it with my life's blood.
Yes, oh yes...... I promise.