Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds

You think of the night, and you think of the day

Day after day, you wish you could say

You made it in life

But you balance on a knife

Yet you don’t know, life isn’t over

You finally made it

Don’t stop

Until your path is lit

You could have stopped

But you can’t be cropped

You just needed room

To take away your impending doom

You can finally soar

Up to the heights

You are free

Of that restraint

No more sad

Now you are just mad

Revenge

It’s funny

But you have to choose

If you want to grow

The sprout of hate or the sprout of love

Hate will swirl

Take over your mind

But love will ease

Your pain away