Paroles de The Gardener

Once there was a gardener, whose horse became a dream It then became a nightmare, and nothing was redeemed His heart was over shadowed, it yielded to the pain Of lost and broken memories, of love he'd spent in vain. There within the labyrinth, he bathed in vapors green He poured his very essence, into pools that can't be seen He fell into the precipice, by choice he entered through Dark waters yet unspoken of, a loss he could not bear to be true. His fate lay among the flowers, of the desert morning stars Uncharted lands and faithful hands beckon from afar In time his eyes will open, and he will begin to see The beauty of his innocence, free from memory. His horse that was a nightmare, will be a promise seen No longer there a prisoner, he'll realize his dream And souls will join and be reborn in the eden of his heart He'll bring forth a light of unity, from which he will not part. Loving eyes will no longer pour acid on his soul For forged within integrity his horse becomes a foal There begins his reckoning a freedom from the past The pain in vain will dissipate and peace will come to pass.