Garden Of Stone

A morning in the garden of stone

Abundant with shades of grey

Through hardship and misery she must pace

Endure, she has the world to face

By every thought worries awaken

In a shameful light the night

Will bring dreams of disgrace

Passion's Bane

A shadow of doubt here lies

Will she find a way

A narrow path under barren sky

Eve of the garden of stone

Weary of the weights of the world

No child of a paradise

On a path seemingly endless

Through the garden of stone

She treads on still With a sullen will

Passion's Bane

A shadow of doubt here lies

Will she find a way

A narrow path under barren sky

The burden's got to be born

Yes the freedom's yours, it's the blame or thorn

Ever uncertain of what is to come

The world is boundless to the lost one

Still a destination looms just outside of reach

The countless turns are bound to lead somewhere

The burden's got to be born

Yes the freedom's yours, it's the blame or thorn

Ever uncertain of what is to come

The world is boundless to the lost one