Lighting in Her Garden - Wallpaper Story Words that grow like flowers Together they cut like thorns Strung together, a garland of poison ivy They cut and they burn Lost upon him, that silly boy Whose heart was too small to hold The garden of my soul. His hand of anger and furrowed brow Set fire and flames upon it all But he was always too dumb to see That my spirit was stronger than he And his weak flame. Taking back my freedom – I will never be the same.