with the springtime set before us
with the growth upon the lawn
with the sunrise that awaits us
every morning with the dawn
there are those who hide in darkness
where the green just never fell
like a moment in a prison
stuck inside a metal cell
and i watch outside around me
people joyous to the skies
and the heavens cast beside me
just another of its lies
you are only meant to die here
reach out gently for its toll
i've not given one too many
find your rock and let it roll
i've gone somehow down the tunnel
where the blackened bird must sing
where our voices join together
where we somehow both take wing
both our lives are taken from us
neither passes back again
left alone but still together
hold me closer than we've been
all the spring time is for others
all the joy is left for them
i am left here with no sunrise
just a writer writing hymns
where no one can lend their voices
meant too deeply to reflect
drawn too close but in the distance
just my own soul to neglect
there's no one to pull beside me
there's no comfort to provide
there is just a blackened moment
in a shadow where i ride
i write words i set in pictures
some set green time in the spring
i'm left wanting in a desert
god has gifted no such thing
so go plant your precious vineyards
so go plant your things of green
god decided who among us
were not welcome to be seen
plant the journey and the blossoms
in what some of us can't know
everything we touch is browning
plant the love we must bestow