Ashes Ashes

Here’s how my gardens grow With silver bells and human shells And my pretty maids all in a row I suppose its time to ring more bells We dance around the rosie Pockets full of rotting posie Childhood in ashes ashes Why does life move in flashes? Now I sit on this beautiful wall Knowing one day I’ll take a big fall And even my mother and all of my friends Will not be able to put me together again