Stems

I buried my heart outside in the dirt
I fed it with tears, I fed it with hurt
I let it grow, gave it a name
Born on the wind, raised in the rain
A stem of illusion, a flower of pain

I pulled it up by the roots from the dirt
Gone were the tears, a trace of the hurt
I let it die by the light of the sane
Killed by the wind, killed by the rain
A stem of illusion, a flower of pain
I'll never bury myself again