Take me to your garden

With flowers of red and violet and yellow

The lilacs and daisy's are waiting for me

Beyond this wall of sorrow

 

This great big stone wall with overgrown moss

Moss grown from pain and boredom and betrayal

Why is it that moss grows on damp places?

Why does it cloud my vision and crawl on my face?

 

I've scraped and pulled the moss away

But it keeps coming back

It fills the cracks in the walls

So I can't even peer through the holes 

I can't even take a glance at that beautiful garden of yours