Across The Garden
Bryson Brown
I'm looking for away across the garden
Where the roses bloom and the flowers grow
I go where the destination takes me
As I see the water flow
The sin is shining over the horizon
As I open my eyes to sneak a peek
Walking across the garden as I head my way
Over the hill to the creek
Across the garden is the other side
Where there is no such thing called forever
Only time will discover my existence and my prime
As we all are born in the same form and living in the norm
Babies begins to cry as they reach out for their mother's thorn
And the father being the protector of his newborn
Within the silence is a sign of the strong and the week
From where is the strength
Across the garden is where the rose grew out of the concrete