Open the Door

The Garden

Walk around the garden
Choking at the weeds
Won't you come and help me
Try and sow some seeds

All the trees are weeping
Branches hanging low
Seems as if they know that
They haven't long to go

Taking up the story that Jesus told
It's older than the years
All the seeds he planted have blossomed
Into concrete walls of fear

Lying in the gutter
Gazing at the stars
Like to send a letter
To the men on Mars

Asking if they'd help us
Help us if they could
Come and weed this garden
Or do you think they should