Absent in the presence of mirrors Collecting accolades From a pile of
My failures I brace myself,
Before I fall With tears collected from the eyes of the distressed
Giving life to this depression in the dirt I am not just a depression
In the dirt Here I lay,
A garden for all to see Keep a close eye on the flowers that will
Rise up from my grave They'll bloom in colours you knew I never could
Visit my memorial each fall to watch the petals fade to grey Tears
Streaming down your face As your turn and leave Press your ear
Against my chest Searching for a fragile pulse at best But you and I
Both know you'll find nothing My silence will run its
Course through my veins My silence has run its course.
Here I lay, a garden for all to see Keep a close eye on the flowers
That will rise up from my grave They'll bloom in colours you knew I
Never could Visit my memorial each fall to watch the petals
Fade to grey Tears streaming down your face As your turn and leave
