Passed a neglected garden of late. It seemed in quite a sorry state. Some men came to make some notes. But seemed to give it little thought. Up on high the grasses grow. Beneath the windows row by row. The other plants just cry with pain. I guess we'll never grow again. They have taken up our space on the ground Like an advancing army I'll be bound. They are taking our water Oh my. As they journey to the sky. Perhaps it soon will be resolved. And peace will reign. Once again
Protected by a suit of dreams And armed with a smile He came out of nowhere And went his own way
Seemingly believing nothing And walking in no-one else's footsteps He follows no rules without reasons But he knows right from wrong And he knows that's what matters
In a world of easy hypocrisy Where compassion is stifled by fear And belief is a reason to hate To hate and destroy other beliefs He goes his own way