She was just a little girl. She loved her garden
Every morning, she would watch as flowers bloomed
But one day the sudden wind of life picked up its pace and all her precious flowers were doomed
So, she followed in the footsteps of her mother
Down the aisle before she realized its price
That all those unspoken dreams she planted in her heart keep on crying out in the night
Now she never strolls outside. A glass of red wine on her mind
A mountain of glass plates stacked on her counter
Dust on the piano a memory of what she knows
It's not dreary. That's merry life, you will see that love is just another cage
Don't be silly. It will be fine it's just as a secret that you take to your grave