At the ends of the luxurious insidenI am hungry and in the cold sky streaknWondering what I can offer you nownNow that I've unlearned the ways of your worldnnI would dream you a real magic dreamnIf only I could just fall asleepnWill you make up my bed for me, Lord, and tuck me in?nWill you plant me like a little seed?nnThe whole point of my lifenComes to the point of a flowernAnd the meaning of my lifenIs what a flower meansnnYour love, like rain and sunnWould make me grownWhen you drop me like a bird in the snownnI can shine my mind, so strong and brightnTo reassuringly mystifynAnd you can use me as a starnAll my thoughts and dreams are blanketed by a soft darknessnLike a candle in the basement burning slow into the voidnnIf you make up my bed for me, my LordnIf you plant me like a seed in your backyardnYour love, like rain and sunnWould make me grownAnd I'll grow towards the source of your unending love