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 laugh and chatter for hours,

Here is where I want to be,

Here is where I shall stay.

Find me down

The garden path,

Away from all the sorrows

Of regular life,

Away from all the sickness,

The pain,

The death of what once was.

Here…

What once was…

Is what it is…

So find me down

The garden path,

It’s the only place

I’ll be.