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IN THE GARDENS OF LIGHTS
A poem about what it means to risk your heart, life and soul to give love. While not demanding it in return. Real love, true love, free love can not be demanded, bought nor manipulated into your heart. It must arrive there like a gently and innocent dove through the open doors of your heart and soul.
HISTORY AND MYSTERY ARE BORN SIDE BY SIDE.
SEPARATING THESE TWO IS WHERE WORLDS COLLIDE.
WE ARE TAUGH THE TRUTH IN SO MANY WAYS.
BUT WHAT ARE LIES FEW DARE SAY.
PRAYING, HOPING, OR GOING ASTRAY. IN THE END
YOUR TOURNAMENT TO PAY.
WHERE DO YOU RUN TO? WHERE DO YOU HIDE?
IN THE GARDEN OF LIGHTS WHERE LOVE ONCE DIED!
HISTORY AND MYSTERY ARE BORN SIDE BY SIDE.
SEPARATING THESE TWO IS WHERE WORLDS COLLIDE.
WE ARE TAUGH THE TRUTH IN SO MANY WAYS.
BUT WHAT ARE LIES FEW DARE SAY.
PRAYING, HOPING, OR GOING ASTRAY. IN THE END
YOUR TOURNAMENT TO PAY.
WHERE DO YOU RUN TO? WHERE DO YOU HIDE?
IN THE GARDEN OF LIGHTS WHERE LOVE ONCE DIED!
