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