Garden of My Heart
A piece of gold, so precious, so cold, grows in the garden of my heart.
As bright as the sun, so radiant, yet not done, can never be broken apart.
It grows as I do, if not me then who, could ever steal something so priceless.
In my eyes it is great, no question, but I’d hate to be able to be so sightless.
A piece of gold, so precious, so cold, grows in the garden of my heart.
As bright as the sun, so radiant, yet not done, can never be broken apart.
Its’ beauty is always shown, not hid but grown into something more sweet than life.
It takes away pain, its’ beauty seems vain, but never leads to any strife.
Look upon its truth in the fountain of youth and discover its way to make one think.
If a nation saw its’ light, there would be no fight, instead we would all be a link.
A piece of gold, so precious, so cold, grows in the garden of my heart.
As bright as the sun, so radiant, yet not done, can never be broken apart.
As bright as the sun, so radiant, yet not done, can never be broken apart.
It grows as I do, if not me then who, could ever steal something so priceless.
In my eyes it is great, no question, but I’d hate to be able to be so sightless.
A piece of gold, so precious, so cold, grows in the garden of my heart.
As bright as the sun, so radiant, yet not done, can never be broken apart.
Its’ beauty is always shown, not hid but grown into something more sweet than life.
It takes away pain, its’ beauty seems vain, but never leads to any strife.
Look upon its truth in the fountain of youth and discover its way to make one think.
If a nation saw its’ light, there would be no fight, instead we would all be a link.
A piece of gold, so precious, so cold, grows in the garden of my heart.
As bright as the sun, so radiant, yet not done, can never be broken apart.
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