There is a flower I love,
It's tall stemmed and beautiful,
Growing at the back of the garden.
If I pick it,
I risk losing it.
Instead, I leave it
In the garden where I pray its needs are met.
But, oh the beauty we would be,
If the flower could pick me.
I'm a pick me, pick me, pick me.
I'm a pick me, pick me, pick me.
Don't take just a petal.
Don't pull me apart.
Take me from my root,
And grow me in your heart.
I'm a pick me, pick me, pick me.
I'm a pick me, pick me, pick me.
Grow me in your heart.
