in my garden i waited for you to come looking for me
i've wasted my time listening for the bells in the attic
i've pursed the carriage of my tradgedy for far too long
i've covered my hands in dirt to build your tomb
i dont blame myself

at first i lamented at having to bury an angel
but the dew falling in the breeze tells me otherwise
human emotion is too limited to understand
the pain i will carry until i must bury it
until i must bury her

my garden is overflowing with weeds but ive let go
her ghost is still sleeping
silently beneath the soil
i dont blame myself
she would never understand so i let her know