The flowers won't speak
On her behalf
They whisper and weep
There's no turning back
The dirt on her knees
And tears in her eyes
The dead never sleep
The strong never cry
Wise and empty
Her castle stands
Each crack in the walls
Become crumbling sand
With every wave
The sides will fall
With no hand or heart
To save them all
In the garden she stays
Next to rubble and sand
Wishing in sobs
To save this land
In ruin and ashes
From wear and tear
The garden she's nurtured
Becomes desolate and bare
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