The Garden & The Road - Aaron Thompson

On the last train to Providence

I will wear my mask

And believe that all my joyful thoughts

Will bring the colors back

The radio was playing

There’s a memory of a note

That cries and recedes, and gnashes it’s teeth

As it drifts along the coast

My wrongs they are many

But my regrets they are none

Only a lonely shadow ever hurt no one

And I dreamed a life I’ve never known

Filled my pockets with the falling snow

I stand in time between the past and the unknown

Between the garden and the road

As the last great war hero

Looked upon his men

He said 'My weary sons I fear

My faith is wearing thin.'

For he had come to love them

And he saw them as his own

He stepped back from the podium

And followed his thoughts home

As he gazed upon that open road

He filled his pockets with the falling snow

He walks in time between his past and his unknown

Between his garden and the road