Find me down the garden path

Wasting my years away

Memories bleed through trellises

Misplaced love finds its way

My secret garden is just a place where only I can stay

Only I have the power to leave

But covered now, in autumn leaves

Weighed down by winter’s snow

The comfort of the cold, dead ground draws me back so

I scour round the labyrinth

Hoping to find that secret gate

That will be wide open

Hoping that I will choose fate

It calls to me in my sleep

Its creaking moans like a melody

Everyone has found their gate

Everyone except for me

So I lay awake

On dreamless nights

Hypnotised by paint splattered skies

Begging for someone

Or something to give me a sign

Or a little bit of strength to ease my mind

I know soon I will find the garden gate

I am not too sure what beyond it waits

But I know that it’s inevitable

I will become unintelligible

When I step into the world beyond the gate

It is down to me, not down to fate