There is a sacred haven that will stand.
She hides here again and again.
A garden the signifies life,
But why, does she suffer from strife?
Who is she and why does she come here?

As I do my best to get near,
The angel flees farther and disappears.
Her tears of sorrow, makes me feel hollow.

But I will continue to follow.
For I must know why.
Her life is a lie.
This place seems to comfort her mind.
To me it feels divine.
The day will come when I see no more tears.

She will relinquish all her fears.
The pain of the past that is relentless
It grows and becomes...