There once was a garden where everything died
Even the birds had flown off to hide
The mighty oaks had lost all of their branches
As for the flowers , long ago had they all of their chances
Even the sky turned black as it scurried by
Then all of the great clouds had to cry and cry
The floods could not wash away the pain
Those who lived there died or went insane
Laughter had been banned years ago
The crow\'s kaw kaw was never a show
The only sound that was to be heard
Was the wail of the violin\'s unearthly words
Under moonlit shadowy night
The strings cried blood and tears forthright
Even the moon overcome lost one dusty tear
For the life missing after all of these years
One day the cry of the music stopped
The last string had finally popped
The violin laid down in the ground
There was never again another sound
And years had now gone on by
No one living then was left alive
There had been a revolt or so
Flowers once again started to grow
Trees sprouted out and began to bud
You could once again feel life\'s gentle nudge
The grass carpeted the woodland floors
Happiness returned to all once more
Now all had forgotten about the missing violin
But sometimes if you listened to the midnight\'s wind
You can hear it while it goes about tuning
For all of it\'s sins had long been forgiven