Christian Fuller Poet Lyric

Problems To Our Solution

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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