A gardener of hope, he nurtured every seed, planted kindness watched compassion bleed
The sweat upon his brow, the fire in his soul
He built you bridges, mended every hole, a lighthouse in the storm, a helping hand to hold
Now the tide has turned, the bitter wind blows oh so cold
These empty streets reflect a man who gave his all
Cardboard castle walls, a concrete throne, a king of sorrow, will he be forever alone
The coins they toss,with a trembling hand, a flicker of hope, a flame on the burning sand
We were the answer, now fractions take control
Lost in the middle, a fraction of the whole, Maybe I pushed too hard
Now we can't even touch it, afraid it'll fall apart,We were the answer, now fractions take control
Lost in the middle, a fraction of the whole
Hasn't it come too far
A gardener of hope, he nurtured every seed, planted kindness watched compassion bleed
The sweat upon his brow, the fire in his soul
He built you bridges, mended every hole, a lighthouse in the storm, a helping hand to hold
Now the tide has turned, the bitter wind blows oh so cold
These empty streets reflect a man who gave his all
Cardboard castle walls, a concrete throne, a king of sorrow, will he be forever alone
The coins they toss,with a trembling hand, a flicker of hope, a flame on the sand