When I was a child,
I never ventured past the garden walls.
Blanketed by vines and moss,
they stood oh so very tall.

I didn't dare to imagine,
what was beyond them.
Mother said there were monsters,
and other scary men.

So I played behind,
the garden walls.
And so I was confined,
by the garden walls.

It wasn't till one day,
I was playing in the mud outside.
I kicked my ball over the wall,
and onto the other side.

I stood there for a while,
thinking to myself.
All I had was that ball,
and nothing else.

I was behind,
the garden walls.
But I wasn't confined,
by the garden walls.

So I disobeyed my mother,
and climbed to the other side,
and I was greeted by, to my surprise...