• I wear them on my wrist
    Where my heart used to be
    Just a silent reminder
    Of what you think of me

    That all I bring is sadness
    And all i offer you is grief
    It clouds the air in silence
    Till there is no relief

    I just wish you to know
    That when I looked to the grey
    I prayed the sun would never shine
    And the rains wash me away

    Down the river, past the roses
    Past the waiting post
    Because these are little things
    I know you loved the most

    And I could not be among them
    So said your harsh words
    You spoke them so silently
    That everybody heard

    So I wrapped my heart in kudzu
    To hide the honest truth
    That I was never roses red
    But violent violets blue

    And through the seeds
    Of Kudzu weeds
    Sprang up from all the violence
    Fifteen hundred thousand kinds
    Of sweetly scented violets