Find me down
The garden path,
Away from the world,
The pain and the wrath.
The darkness and shadows never show here,
Fear decidedly sheds a tear,
For down the garden path,
It’s ever so bright,
The air feels breathable and light,
No tension,
No pain,
No sickness,
No strain.
Bright is the light
That shines down upon us,
Burning sorrow to ash.
Here we can prances in fields of flowers,
Here we can ...