In the Springtime of my growing

The Summer of my knowing

Sown were the seeds for all my hopes and dreams

 

Through the rain and muddy water

There came up fragile flowers

To share with all my lovers

Where I expected trees

 

Being young, naive, and caring

I left my gate for sharing

Now trampled are my flowers

Trampled by my lovers

And the feet of many others

Trampled are all my hopes and dreams

 

I quickly learned my lesson

While running amongst the birds and bees

How quickly life will bend you

And bring you to your knees

 

All dead

All dead

The fragile flowers plucked from my hopes and dreams

Are now lying lifeless and cold

All dead

All dead

Don’t confer with anyone

They're all dead

They're all dead

And gone

 

Now the skin of my emotion

Is scared and armor clad

With Iron bars, chains, doors, and locks

No key for any one but me

 

Fenced in are my fragile flowers

So no one else can tread

There won't be anymore lovers

They’re planted there for me