Seeds In The Ground

I'm the garden you plant
The son of a man
The first grain of sand

I was out in the cold
The december snow
When they closed down the roads

That's not you lying in those clothes
Just a figure of a man that I used to know
You sow all the seeds and they grow into me
And now it's time for you to plant another row

I'm a half-written book
A fish on the hook
The first of two looks

I'm a broken machine
An old trampoline with some rusted out springs

You're a memory from a photograph I found
A broken picture frame lying on the ground
I'm forced to believe in something that can't be
In a world that won't wait for me to come around.

I'm a bottled up note
A song you once wrote filled with old anicdotes

I'm the garden you plant
The son of a man
The first grain of sand