Death In the Garden
I've Kept a Quiet Vigil
On My Heart and Soul
They Are Mine Alone to Keep
I'll Not Allow One Thing to Grow
I Used to Have a Garden
That Seemed All over Grown
With Love and Happiness
and Compassion I Had Sown
It Flourished Quite Abundantly
Inside My Heart and Soul
But it Had No Clear Direction
And Couldn't Find a Place to Go
I Fed it Too Much Heartache
And it Slowly Choked and Died
All That's Left Is Dying Weeds
Watered by the Tears I've Cried
I Don't Ask for Pity
What I've Said Is Only Fact
Heartache Killed My Pretty Garden
I Can't Pay the Price to Get it Back
Connie Moore
Jan. 23, 1993
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