Waiting to go on, I'm like a tender little bud,
stuck in the mud, all closed up tight, afraid of light
-- but that's all right.
Then I start to play, to have my say, 'cause it's my day,
I change my mind, and then I find that I unwind
-- and that's all right.
We are all like flowers, making bowers, gaining power
as we grow, we come to know that there's a flow
Sometimes in the rain, when we feel pain & we raise cain,
we start to stew, but then with dew we're washed anew
One by one, the petals open up.
To the sun we offer a loving cup.
In the wake of storm, come with the morn, the rose is born;
bask in the sun, no need to run, the battle's won
We are all like flowers, making bowers, gaining power
as we grow, we've come to know we're in the flow
Words and Music by Kari Tieger
(ASCAP) 1991 Vox Tigris Publishing
