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