In The Garden
In the garden is where my sharp thorns grow
With the shovels, I don’t dare to pick up
My garden is where the clear rain can flow
Mix with my teardrops that can fill a cup
And as a crowd of clouds turn the sky dark
The joyful children leave their play again
Returning to families at the park
Leaving me and my garden in the rain
When all I’ve ever wanted was a friend
But left alone in the rain I lay still
My dark thorn filled garden that needs to mend
Deciding to stay alone here until
Children come to dance and sing echoing songs
Who admire me and pursue while along