The Garden

Where we come from no one knows

From the womb of your mother into this world

She'll grab you, hug you, and kiss you on your nose

And the bond that binds you is now furled

And you slept

And while you sleep, you dream of a garden

Full of Fairies, Pixies, Gremlins all stepped

Surrounding a grand table will you pardon?

No, they usher to you they have saved a spot

With an Angel at the head smiling brightly your way

As the bell strikes twelve you must scatt

Mother will worry it's almost day

But you must go with them the gates have opened

Looking back you must go forward the steps are broken