Colin

In the shadows of my room, I lay dreaming of the day, When the sunshine and the blooms, Would come and chase the gray away. In the secret garden, where the roses grow, Where the whispers of the wind, softly blow, I'll find my strength, I'll find my place, In the secret garden's warm embrace. Mary came with tales of hope, A hidden world, so wild and free, Through the keyhole, life eloped, And brought the light back into me. In the secret garden, where the roses grow, Where the whispers of the wind, softly blow, I'll find my strength, I'll find my place, In the secret garden's warm embrace. With each step I take, I feel the earth beneath, The flowers bloom, the grass so green, In this place, I find relief, A living world I'd never seen. With every petal, every leaf, My heart beats strong, my spirit soars, In this garden, I believe, That I am healed, forevermore. In the secret garden, where the roses grow, Where the whispers of the wind, softly blow, I'll find my strength, I'll find my place, In the secret garden's warm embrace. So here I'll stay, in this sacred space, With the flowers, and the sun's sweet rays, In the secret garden, life will trace, A path of hope through all my days.