In the bright red sky
In the heat of an evening
When only prisoners sleep
She said she couldn't come to the garden
See an old man weep

She said her dreams were too
Far to be thought of
Her scars too wide to heal
She said she couldn't come to the garden
See a blind man kneel

She sailed away to a blue horizon
In floating thoughts she'd sway
She said she couldn't come to the garden
See an old man pray

She wished them luck as they
Left on their journey
Maybe she'd join them soon
But she lost her grip at
The tip of life's fingers
Went home and worshiped the moon

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Writer(s): Nicholas Rodney Drake