Here I am on your door step,

I’m on the threshold of your home,

Here I am, where I’ve always been,

And I don’t want to sleep alone.

 

Because I’m tired of the dusty gardens,

Where all my seeds refuse to grow,

And all the flowers in the courtyard,

Have been wilting from your snow,

 

For 13 years I’ve struggled,

Yeah, I remember better days,

When the roses had their petals,

And every petal had its place,

But now I see inside me growing,

This dissatisfied desire,

For these 7 years of snowing,

Have made me lust for fire.

 

Now I’m peering through your window,

I can see the colours bright,

They remind me of my flowers,

How I’d tend to them for hours,

And how you’ve killed them isn’t right.

 

For 13 years I’ve struggled,

Yeah, I remember better days,

When the roses had their petals,

And every petal had its place,

Can’t you see you’re starving beauty?

And that you’re killing all my trees?

I have to get inside your lofty head,

To ever bring you to your knees.

 

Wait, I hear the garden gate swing,

The iron groaning on its hinge,

Have you come to see your garden?

Or to see me on the fringe?

I see your silhouetted figure,

Seems to droop as you walk slow,

I hope you don’t wish to see flowers,

For they’re all buried in your snow.

 

For 13 years I’ve struggled,

Yeah, I remember better days,

When the roses had their petals,

And every petal had its place,

So I hope you understand me,

When you hear these words I say,

If I’m ever gonna grow for you again,

You have to go away.

 

If you leave, the snow will melt down,

And the sun may just come out,

My poor seedlings might just germinate,

And I will cultivate each sprout,

I will tend to this my garden,

Yeah, I’ll grow a rose for you,

But so long as you are here with me,

The ground is frozen through and through!

 

For 13 years I’ve struggled,

Yeah, I remember better days,

When the roses had their petals,

And every petal had its place.

Every petal had its place.

 

~j.d. schofield