Your tied up to a tree in my backyard   arms are bound with hate   and feet are swinging free   Flowers in the garden are beautiful as can be   shining bright in the suns loving hand   as the blood drains down your legs    and out your toes   you wonder how to make it   and expect someone to know   not another free ride not another high time   not another helping hand    as the ground sinks from your feet   and your staring at the sun   only think of what you've become   and floating now    looking for the ground   but you can't seem to plant your feet   and the flower grows    looking like a rose   with its thorn stuck in your side