Ever so soft were the bird's silent whispers,
And the children's lasting laughter,
Upon the blossom of a newly spring rose,
Are the memories we once were solely told,
Life's falling petals surround the rising sun,
Young eyes stare in the hope of something magical,
Blackened hopes and broken dreams fade into mist,
And become the frost on a winters day,
As the doors open to the secret garden,
A place were smiles are no longer fantasies,
Where love is no longer wished upon a star,
Where happiness blooms in the shadows of night,
Watching the glistening moon and its dancing stars,
As it turns to face a new mourn,
Blessing the day as it goes down,
Ready to come back and turn your life around.
