Rose Garden

There`s a rose garden I planted - unpractical fancy, I spend my days there lost, bemused and enchanted Such beauty nurtured and grown is meant to be given Lest the garden becomes a holding cell, a prison I was told love tears down barriers and breaks through walls But the roses keep growing, and no one answers my calls The garden walls are high and strong; I`ve had enough, My gardening tools onto the ground silently drop The red on the roses suddenly seems like dried blood The earth that gave life to such wonder is just mud Roses, torture me no more with your splendor I`m no more your defender, to my bitterness I surrender The garden`s neglected, flowers and weeds grow wild The fruit of this love is only thorns and this bastard child Such beauty nurtured and grown was meant to be given But the garden became a holding cell, a prison