The tear drop bin in the garden is full Recycling feelings, dreams, and wounds Fixing heartbreaks with cellophane Call me when youre better I ll see you then Hide your ideas hide your fears Keep your ideals quiet, asleep The tear drop bin in the garden is full It is springtime and the world is in bloom Flowers coming out off my mouth I Whisper but my heartbeat is loud A roadsign recalls for your own good screams arent allowed in the neighbourhood A rest under the oldest tree Life is long enough says its crown Take it slow, take it easy Your bark gets harder with the time How many faces have you seen How many muddy boots resting How Many dreams trapped in your roots How many names carved in your skin But yet none of their scale has been buried with your wood As men build thrones to preside you slowly grow and rise
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 23:06:25 +0000
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