My garden of life holds no sound,
Of the teaming death around.
There are no moans there are no sighs,
There are no hello's or good-byes.

The only death that you can tell
Is by the rotten stinking smell.
There is no love there was no prayer
For the dead that are lying there.

And with each day that passes by,
Another one yet comes to die.
I look around for a clue,
To see if any that I knew.

My eyes shutter to see such a sight,
And all I want is to close them tight.
My heart screams, as it’s so blue
To see all the living I once knew.

My brain is pounding the pain is great,
I think by god it’s now too late.
I think that I shall say good-bye,
As it is now my turn to die.

And now my garden holds no sound,
Of the teaming life around.
There are no moans there are no sighs,
There are no hello's only good-byes.