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
Copyright © Christian Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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