Kudos, Roger, that is correct - and thanks to Bill Binzel, who happened to visit Auburn last week, for taking the picture upon my request to inquire about any surviving roses Seward might have planted.
At sixteen
At sixteen I silently said
I want
I want to be big
Want to win
Want to be happy
Never lie
At sixteen
At sixteen I silently said
I want
I want everything
Or nothing
It shall rain red roses for me
All wonders shall encounter me
The world shall rearrange itself
And keep its worries to itself
And later
Later, I still said
I would like
To understand
To see a lot
To experience
To keep
And later
And later I still said
I wouldn’t like
To be alone
But still be free
It shall rain red roses for me
All wonders shall encounter me
Happiness shall behave in such a way
It shall manage my destiny with love
And today
Today I silently say
I was supposed to
Conform
Make do
Oh, I can’t conform
I can’t make do
I always want to win too
I want everything
Everything or nothing
It shall rain red roses for me...
*(In German, the metaphor "rote Rosen regnen" does not evoke an image of roses raining down from the sky but of being showered with roses thrown in reverence, e.g. for an actor on stage.)