THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
GAIL'S GARDENS
first I cried then I died but I never lied if I am to be reborn I will be torn a garden not tendered withers a love not mended fades away all the energy is drained passion is replaced by pain and it is left in yesterday or you drag it around today your soul was withered your heart was cold your mind was greedy for selfish control you fooled me well lured me into your hell and when I had nothing left to give you left me wondering how to live first I cried then I died but I never lied if I am to be reborn I will be torn a garden not tendered withers a love not mended fades away all the energy is drained passion is replaced by pain and it is left in yesterday or you drag it around today and here is your legacy here is what you meant to me withered leaves of agony that have no feeling anymore being left behind withered heart and mind not to be unkind leave it behind first I cried then I died but I never lied if I am to be reborn I will be torn a garden not tendered withers a love not mended fades away all the energy is drained passion is replaced by pain and it is left in yesterday or you drag it around today Withered Ric Candor ©2001 BACK NEXT  EMAIL
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