You're not just a flower in the garden.
You're not something like being "seen".
If you reveal your true beauty then,
You'll hear the million marching men
Waiting on your door to ask your hand.
Offering their love, their wealth and land.
They will be at their hands and knees,
From ferocious dogs to gentle puppies.
Loud as any trumpets could;
They will, then, shout your name.
Oh, reveal your true beauty because
You're not just a flower in a garden
Whom anyone can easily pick
Or be thrown away like a brittle stick.
You are the jazzy jasmine!
The learned lilac and lily!
You are the raving red rose!
Not just a flower in a garden. See?
If you learn to reveal your true beauty
Which most eyes are blind to see
You'll become the flower that decorates
The world. A garden is a little society.
So, why stay? When the world is big
For all of us! You and me.
You're not just a flower in a garden,
You're the flower of the world!
So, stop living in pointless vain!
Cause, you're the flower of the world!
