Escape, sweet escape,
to a place,
far away.

A sanctuary,
far from reality,
far from pain of the life that I've been given.

Behind the door,
something more,
then this life can give me.

A beautiful garden,
of love and forgiven sin,
greets me with flush foliage and flowers in bloom.

In the garden,
my heart, once hardened,
begins to beat again.

In the garden,
my pain is pardoned,
and I feel relieved again.

Time can wear you down,
leave you broken, beat,
barely able to stand on your feet.

But when I die,
and shift to the afterlife,
I know I will find myself in the garden again.