IRC-Galleria

After all my work i have become
a rottening marsh as said have some
with tender love i planted the tree
and thought it would grow and blossom to me

but rabbits came and ate it's bark
now i cry after my tree in the dark
even tender love and cautious care
sometimes don't help it to grow anywhere

now to do some work it's time
either i protect it or let it die
decitions make my hair go grey
and strength from above i start to pray