Nothing grows in this soiled soul
No flowers born to bloom
Though there's dirt for roots to grow
There's not a bud to brighten gloom
There are no bushes, no green trees
No life inside at all
And not a branch for birds to rest
And sing their faultless call
No garden of roses, no strawberry patch
Nothing there to show
And a bee searching for pollen
Would have nowhere to go
The life that I am leading
Through my gritted teeth
Has formed a layer of soil
To thick to see the ground beneath
But amoungs the dirt left here
There's no flower to show, not one
And no living things will ever come near
Because there is no sun
So I can smile and I can laugh
And pretend that I'm alright
And it will not be a problem
Cause you can't see the dirt in this lack of light
So nothing grows in this soiled soul
There isn't but a sprout
And it's okay, and it's okay
I can do without
It's just that I believe
Before you come any closer, you should know
I'm not who you thought I would be
And nothing grows in this soiled soul.
