Guard Stick

I wanna make you my brother

I wanna make you my friend

I wanna keep us in trouble

I wanna stay til the end

I know what makes this garden grow

 a bleeding emptiness returning to your mind

 a season’s swell still yearning to unwind

 it’s become natural to run from humankind

 and leave it all behind

I know what makes this garden grow

I feel it in my bones, a healing wind will blow