In the garden where I play
My best friend is made of clay
The soft sand is what I touch
And the grass is never too rough.
I sing and I laugh all day
And am never sad in any way
But what I create today is not enough
Because here is where I'll grow up.
Now it's late and I go to sleep
But in my mind is where I keep
The sand, the grass, the birds, and my friend
And I pray at night this will never end.