I tend my garden with watchful eyes
Not left to luck, or the sands of time
I pace these rows, and purify
Because I know, what I sow, is mine

I tend to fear what I cannot see
I feel absurd, but they're real to me
One second thought can plant a seed
A scourge will sprout, and begin to feed

My eyes are dry, and my body aches
The Sun's too high to touch my face
Vision blurs where heat radiates
Blending lines, and distorting shape

My souls on fire, my broken heart aches
The Earth is offered, for Heaven's sake
With all I need to build or break
It's up to me to strive to create

Truth's sting can hurt, but it's not unkind
Because I know, what I grow, in time
Will inspire my heart with love sublime
To pluck from my field, and share what's mine

My souls on fire, my body aches
My eyes are dry, my open palm shakes
Because I know, all I sow
If it grows, when I go, I take