I planted many seeds of hate in my past
I watched them bust through my walls
hoping my house wouldn't crash

I tried to save you but the tide was too strong
Feather lost in the wind;
my gut was right all along

My hopes were hardly grounded;
They flew into the breeze
managed to grasp my dreams nd stuff em past my pocket seems

I watched how greed destroyed you
I watched pedals expand;
into flowers that resembled ones which sliced my hands