The earth is hard and unmoving And I tread on it lightly I cannot make a good impression I'm not enough for frozen ground
My hands get weaker in the winter The numbness of the wind sets in I wear the season like a scarf, a weighted blanket But I wish I had a garden again
This summer past, I found my body While coaxing life up from the dirt I learned that I could keep it thriving I saw my hands do something right
And now in this unwelcome hibernation I turn my face toward the sun I think of burying my future in a greenhouse And I wish I had a garden again
In truth, the spring could find me barren still I cannot conjure water in my well through force of will It's not the winter's fault that I've run dry There's life here to be found I guess I'm not enough for frozen ground
So instead, I reach for pencils When I could have held a spade I plant my seedlings in a notebook And hope they see the light someday
I know that I am not a gardener I know that I must wait for rain
And I wish I had a garden againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
