When the rain has ended And the soil is soft and wet I will remember my beautiful garden The closest thing that I could get To perfection on a scale That I could never reach in life Because the world is just to demanding As it cuts you like a knife
Draining all your energy And chipping away at your soul Leaving you lost and empty As you stare into a hole Of despair and a bleak future That doesnβt seem to end Enclosing like a nightmare Without love from a decent friend
Until I found my garden Which ultimately found me Calling me in for attention As I planted my first tree Then I turned over the soil And watched the flowers grow Such a feeling of overwhelming peace Before the rain started to flow