i aim to be a gardener of souls
who plants seeds for roots to grow
to feed one in hunger
and water one in thirst
i aim to be a gardener of souls
who weaves sweet life with death
aid spirits to bloom and bend
from the souls that I will tend
but once i was a gardener of towers
who whispered sweet words
to boost bullies powers
who swept all the lies
that killed innocent life
so i prayed and i screamed
and lived
on my knees
but now i believe
I’ll die
on my feet
that’s why i aim to be a gardener of souls
who walks through grasses of joy
and when gardener grows old
as the plants have foretold
i’ll lay embroiled with the soil
as lessons fast uncoil
i aim to be a gardener of life
who invests in love and light
laughter is the food i’ll eat
the air i’ll breathe is pure delight
i aim to be a gardener of souls
and what i sow i’ll reap
i’ll listen to the melody
from trees who only teach.
i aim to be a gardener of souls
who will rake the leaves
as they bleed secrets
a fool dares not receive
but a gardener of souls
knows of natural wisdom
through long droughts
through fierce floods
a lesson to devour
no rain; no flowers
no pain; no powers
but those up in their towers
the gardens of cowards
your grave
is far
below
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC
i aim to be a gardener of souls
who plants seeds for roots to grow
to feed one in hunger
and water one in thirst
i aim to be a gardener of souls
who weaves sweet life with death
aid spirits to bloom and bend
from the souls that I will tend
but once i was a gardener of towers
who whispered sweet words
to boost bullies powers
who swept all the lies
that killed innocent life
so i prayed and i screamed
and lived
on my knees
but now i believe
I’ll die
on my feet
that’s why i aim to be a gardener of souls
who walks through grasses of joy
and when gardener grows old
as the plants have foretold
i’ll lay embroiled with the soil
as lessons fast uncoil
i aim to be a gardener of life
who invests in love and light
laughter is the food i’ll eat
the air i’ll breathe is pure delight
i aim to be a gardener of souls
and what i sow i’ll reap
i’ll listen to the melody
from trees who only teach.
i aim to be a gardener of souls
who will rake the leaves
as they bleed secrets
a fool dares not receive
but a gardener of souls
knows of natural wisdom
through long droughts
through fierce floods
a lesson to devour
no rain; no flowers
no pain; no powers
but those up in their towers
the gardens of cowards
your grave
is far
below