There is an exquisite garden
I go to when life gets hard to bear:
I wander there in great despair,
Hoping someone will hear & care.

It's not outside in the forest,
Nor by a peaceful lake;
It's someplace only I can find,
It's a tranquil road open only to me.

When I walk through it
The darkness is filled with light;
Sorrows & pain dissolve away,
Like tears down a windowpane
And I feel extremely more alive!

Have you figured out where I am
Or where I could be hiding?
I haven't gone on vacation,
And the city hasn't seen the last of me,
Because I'm never too far away.

The closest place to Heaven
Is the avenue I travel across
in my dreams.
It leads straight to...