...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... 
THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS

AMY'S GARDENS

no one came close
to the place inside
where the most precious
parts of me hide
no one embraced
the child no one sees
and no one has
our memories

and then I was no one
alone and afraid
you were someone else
and we couldn't save
the song that was over
the plans that we made
no one came close
to the love we gave
who's to blame, no one
no one could save

but alone and out there
there's nothing to hide
the secrets are showing
the fears have all died
alone I am naked
anyone can see through
for love has no pride
when it comes to you

lingering deeper in the mysteries of the mind
memories bring the sweetest sensations we can find
between our dreams and sleep
where promises still keep
priceless passions promise love will never be left behind

no one else knows
about the place inside
where the most precious
parts of us hide
no one embraced
the child no one sees
and no one has
our memories

but you can see the connections
if you look long and far
for everything is out there
right there where you are
upon deeper introspection
you'll find it all inside
where every secret's obvious
and you think you hide

no one else knows
about the place inside
where the most precious
parts of us hide
no one embraced
the child no one sees
and no one has
our memories




No One


Ric Candor    ©2001


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