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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Garden of thoughts bloom inside our heads Unlike some, our flowers aren't dead The rain washes away all the dirt No more will our roots be hurt Whilst in the trees We are given our release A go to place where we Can make our problems drift away Everything seems to fade Finally we can stray Away from the day to day Take a breath in Push a breath out We know we'll be OK Garden of thoughts bloom inside our heads Unlike some, our flowers aren't dead The rain washes away all the dirt No more will our roots be hurt Colorblind to the pollution in the air Numb to the acid rain that melts our hair Deaf to the change that we don't see Think of all that our world could be Whirlpool of predators corner thee As we're led down a hole in a tree But at the end is an open sea At the end they will not see Us, because were slain at the world's feet Let the vultures scream Because it won't change a thing Garden of thoughts bloom inside our heads Unlike some, our flowers aren't dead The rain washes away all the dirt No more will our roots be hurt The flowers are dripping Melting point of no return Flickering glass leaves Shatter as the earth turns Ashes are spinning Need to settle the urn We sit alone in kindling Watching the world burn Soon we will learn That when we exhale our pollutants We will have what we've earned As we watch the world turn Garden of thoughts bloom inside our heads Unlike some, our flowers aren't dead The rain washes away all the dirt No more will our roots be hurt
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