i aim to be a gardener of souls
who plants seeds for roots to grow

to feed one in hunger
and water one in thirst

i aim to be a gardener of souls
who weaves sweet life with death

aid spirits to bloom and bend
from the souls that I will tend

but once i was a gardener of towers
who whispered sweet words
to boost bullies powers

who swept all the lies
that killed innocent life

so i prayed and i screamed
and lived
on my knees

but now i believe  
I’ll die
on my feet

that’s why i aim to be a gardener of souls
who walks through grasses of joy
and when gardener grows old
as the plants have foretold

i’ll lay embroiled with the soil
as lessons fast uncoil

i aim to be a gardener of life
who invests in love and light
laughter is the food i’ll eat
the air i’ll breathe is pure delight

i aim to be a gardener of souls
and what i sow i’ll reap
i’ll listen to the melody
from trees who only teach.

i aim to be a gardener of souls
who will rake the leaves
as they bleed secrets
a fool dares not receive

but a gardener of souls
knows of natural wisdom

through long droughts
through fierce floods

a lesson to devour

no rain; no flowers
no pain; no powers

but those up in their towers
the gardens of cowards
your grave
is far
below