In My Garden

In my garden there’s
Trees and flowers
A cool breeze
And april showers
Moss and vines
Wrap the branches
Roses cling to
Stoney arches

All is forgotten
It’s burried under ground
Time doesn’t hurry
I hear no sound

Nothing moves
Nothing grows
It’s still and it waits
Even when the wind blows
And as I’m watching
As I wait
The whole world seems to turn
But I stay the same

All is forgotten
It’s burried under ground
Time doesn’t hurry
I hear no sound

In my garden
No noise is found
Birds fly above
But their wings make no sound
And I can’t speak
And I can’t hear
No one would know
There’s not a soul
To be found

I had forgotten
I’m burried under ground
Time doesn’t hurry
I make no sound

Make no sound