THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
GAIL'S GARDENS
when you dare to give everything maybe you'll understand but as long as you pretend you'll make hell of wonderland so you kept all I gave you and you took even more helped me set this trap for myself then helped me slam the door and you swallowed the key and you smiled far away so I started with nothing and here I am today building a garden from your barren soil nobody knows ground I've covered nobody knows how hard I toil it all looks so easy who could understand the kind of journey I've travelled nobody could have planned there are places inside of me that are still out of reach there are things I've created I can not show you today some are locked in storage some are lost at sea and this is the garden what is left to be what is left of me when you dare to give everything maybe you'll understand but as long as you pretend you'll make hell of wonderland like the tip of an iceberg floating precariously a few parts of me surface here for all the world to see and the rest still remains buried maybe for posterity you're the only one who knows more of me whatever will be when you dare to give everything maybe you'll understand that when you no longer pretend you will find your wonderland Wonderland Ric Candor ©2000 BACK NEXT  EMAIL
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