In these garden dreams,
Find me looking for you,
As the flowers grow, my heart wilts for your voice,
I am stuck, as my hope fallen so low,
Teach me how to cry, sadness skips that step,
Like a storm without a wind,
but destruction left behind,
You are the her in the songs I wish I could serenade,
If it were simple I'd say she were the sun,
or she was the hope where obstacles were ignored,
As the elegant jette, with thoughts that make my eyes look like they were gliding,
She is the her in the stories,
You are the day dream in my,
Insomnia.