GARDEN OF HOPE
I plant my bad seeds of hope
In a garden of rich soil,
Praying for a miracle to occur.
The rain pours down in sheets,
Burying the seeds in mud,
Pushing them deeper into the ground.
Soon the sun comes out and hardens the mud like clay.
The soil is rich no longer.
The seeds lie in the ground for years,
Searching for a way to sprout.
Yet no rain comes to bring their salvation.
And thus lies my garden,
My garden of hope.
In a garden of rich soil,
Praying for a miracle to occur.
The rain pours down in sheets,
Burying the seeds in mud,
Pushing them deeper into the ground.
Soon the sun comes out and hardens the mud like clay.
The soil is rich no longer.
The seeds lie in the ground for years,
Searching for a way to sprout.
Yet no rain comes to bring their salvation.
And thus lies my garden,
My garden of hope.
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