If I fail to realize the facts, that face my eyes, It's only because my vision is clouded by the millions of tulips that surround me. If I refuse to see all that's destined for me, and put up a fight, to try profusely to set wrongs right, Forgive me, my speech is slurred, my thoughts are blurred, by the sweetness of tulips that cascade over me. Ever pretty you never hide, you stand so silent at my side. You are the magic, the color, you are the love that keeps me alive.