There is a garden in my heart;
Barren and bare,Devoid and dark.
Nothing lives there but my tears,
Sulky, soddened; no one cares.
Used to be that it was filled
With dandelions, daisies and daffodils,
But they all suffered dreadful pain,
Drenched and drowned in acid rain.
Now my life wont be the same.
There was a lady in my life
She never did become my wife.
She used to groom my garden well.
Where is she now, please pray tell.
Why did she leave my garden bare,
And make the flowers disappear,
Without a who, what, why, or where?