: About Me

Spring Gardens Sleep Dead Tonight The white picket fence That once stood so tall Now broken and chipped And ready to fall The sweet balmy breeze Now a cold wind, stinging The church steeple bells Long ago stopped ringing Cobwebs in the attic Never cleared away And the silk and lace dress Now faded and gray The blazing fire That once burned bright Now barely a spark Lost in the night Pricked by the thorn of the last red rose That once brought such delight Now all that's left is what could have been Spring gardensSleep deadTonight