| Nothing
grows inside of me
No sunlight shines upon these withered leaves
No colored flowers break the breeze
In the garden
The garden that I keep
Roots of hope have slowly died
With no foundation to help me
Stem the tide
Washed away the rains subside
Exposing and stranding the love
I used to hide
At last the crows come here to feed
They eat the newborn shoots and leave
behind the weeds
Without a soul they’re left to breed
In the garden
The garden that I keep
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