Lisa Gerrard
The Gardener
Once there was a gardener
Whose horse became a dream
It then became a nightmare
And nothing was redeemed
His heart was overshadowed
It yielded to the pain
Of lost and broken memories
Of love he'd spent in vain
There within the labyrinth
He bathed in vapours green
He poured his very essence
Into pools that can't be seen
He fell into the precipice
By choice he entered through
Dark waters yet unspoken
Of a loss he could not bear to be true
His fate lay among the flowers
Of the desert morning stars
Uncharted lands and faithful hands
Beckon from afar
In time his eyes will open
And he will begin to see
The beauty of his innocence
Free from memory
His horse that was a nightmare
Will be a promise seen
No longer there a prisoner
He'll realise his dream
And souls will join and be reborn
In the Eden of his heart
He'll bring forth a light of unity
From which he will not part
Loving eyes will no longer
Pour acid on his soul
For forged within integrity
His horse becomes a foul
And there begins his reckoning
A freedom from the past
The pain in vain will dissipate
And peace will come to pass