The Garden

Your gardener sprinkled bleach onto your roots You shrivel at the touch of water Your petals crinkle in the beating sun But in the rain you cry"Why bother?" You can't explain to him the world outside his perfect garden And when he pulls your roots, he insists you beg his pardon Try as he might, I'll hold tight, won't let him pull you back in Your radiant beauty comes as no surprise As you slowly leave the garden Your once crinkled petals soft and lush Your softened stem begins to harden You can't explain to him the world outside his perfect garden And when he pulls your roots, he insists you beg his pardon Try as he might, I'll hold tight, won't let him pull you back in Try as he might, I'll hold tight, won't let him pull you back in