Steel gray roses adore the gates I know I must pass
After years upon years of searching, I am here at last
My sacred, fragile dream place is opening up once again
Vulnerable to the destruction I may reap in vain
The locks quickly open, breaking apart as they fall
The ground only catches the tears, the feeling isn't there at all
Among the vast array of design, there is no color and no sound
As the petals of the Amaranth that never touch the ground
Harshly frozen into concrete, into the color drab and dreary
In the carven garden, I spend my hours when no one is near me
Time has vanished and there is no comprehension in this ocean of slate
Beautifully cold and massively built, over the anger and hate
Caged into for centuries never knowing a flower that's living
Never knowing love or smiling faces, no creature that is giving...