I have a garden in my head
Of emotions that need to be pruned
There’s a memory for everything
But I need to make more room
I got to tell you something
And it’s about my life
It’s changed like I never knew
But it’s something I like
I don’t have the dread
And I know what to do
I get up every day
With what I’ve been through
A doctor told me some news
But I shrugged it out of view
I’m not supposed to worry
Maybe God will see me through
I wonder about him a lot
And what he thinks of me
Everybody has their opinion
About their own personal deity
I was walking in the mall
And a pretty girl tried to sell me
She said, “Take it, take it!”
But I told her, “Nothings free”
It wasn’t so much that I said no
But that I didn’t lose my train of thought
When a smile shines so bright
Sometimes you can easily be bought
How can I wander amongst the minstrels
And the ladies in waiting to capture my heart
When I no longer live in their world
And cannot play the expected part?
There’s something I got to tell you
I’m tired of being miscast
The person you thought you knew
Hs become a stranger to his past
If you want to talk
Then let me know
But don’t bring your desire
Because I let mine go
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
I have a garden in my head
Of emotions that need to be pruned
There’s a memory for everything
But I need to make more room
I got to tell you something
And it’s about my life
It’s changed like I never knew
But it’s something I like
I don’t have the dread
And I know what to do
I get up every day
With what I’ve been through
A doctor told me some news
But I shrugged it out of view
I’m not supposed to worry
Maybe God will see me through
I wonder about him a lot
And what he thinks of me
Everybody has their opinion
About their own personal deity
I was walking in the mall
And a pretty girl tried to sell me
She said, “Take it, take it!”
But I told her, “Nothings free”
It wasn’t so much that I said no
But that I didn’t lose my train of thought
When a smile shines so bright
Sometimes you can easily be bought
How can I wander amongst the minstrels
And the ladies in waiting to capture my heart
When I no longer live in their world
And cannot play the expected part?
There’s something I got to tell you
I’m tired of being miscast
The person you thought you knew
Hs become a stranger to his past
If you want to talk
Then let me know
But don’t bring your desire
Because I let mine go
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