There’s a whisper in the alley,

Where the shadows fade away,

And the dreams of better days

Are lost in what they say.

You crossed a line for something,

You thought might heal your soul,

But it’s hard to mend the fences

When you’ve broken all control.




So if you made your bed in a garden,

With your hands in the earth,

Did you see the lines we’re drawing,

Or the weight of what you’ve earned?

In this backyard of intentions,

Are you welcome, or just a guest?

It’s hard to find redemption

When you’re lost in all the mess.




There’s a heart that beats for justice,

And a mind that wants to understand,

But the lines of moral compass

Get tangled in the sand.

You painted over hope

With a brush of desperation,

Now we stand here trying to find

A way through this frustration.




So if you made your bed in a garden,

With your hands in the earth,

Did you see the lines we’re drawing,

Or the weight of what you’ve earned?

In this backyard of intentions,

Are you welcome, or just a guest?

It’s hard to find redemption

When you’re lost in all the mess.




Maybe laws were built like fences,

To keep the weeds from growing tall,

But if you tend to all our gardens,

Can we tear them down at all?

Let’s dig deeper in the soil,

Find the truth beneath the pain,

We could water roots of kindness,

And let love fall like rain.




So if you made your bed in a garden,

With your hands in the earth,

Did you see the lines we’re drawing,

Or the weight of what you’ve earned?

In this backyard of intentions,

Are you welcome, or just a guest?

It’s hard to find redemption

When you’re lost in all the mess.




So let’s meet under the starlight,

Where every heart can be found,

We can save these fractured moments,

And let our hopes rebound.

If we find the way together,

Maybe we’ll unlock this door,

In our backyard of intentions,

There’s room for so much more.

You thought might heal your soul,