My Garden

My garden is surrounded on all sides

By wrought iron, you can scale it if you try

Cause there's an oak tree with sturdy limbs

That you can climb and lower yourself inAnd my garden is a little over grown

Cause it's been years since last the grass was mown

And the thistles well they come up past your ears

All my insecurities and fearsAnd my garden isn't doing so well these days

All my vegetables all wither and decay

And my flowers are wilted dying things

And those thistles are the undisputed kingAnd I slipped under the full moon

And I saw the end coming soon