I walk thru the garden of my mind
And the flowers are withering
And sometimes I pick the beautiful ones
Because they seem misplaced
This place is a lonely one
With no one in sight
The place is called confusion
And its where I spend the night
Words are spoken, taken back
And then spoken again
I wonder if this place, confusion
Will ever end
What am I to this
And what is this place to me
How did I ever get this far
Is this where I am meant to be
I turn around, start walking
No looking back
I have decided to leave this place
And find myself a pack
Of people who know me
For what I am and not was
The the night will embrace
Me because
When the night sings to me
I try to sing along without
Knowing the words
When the night sings to me
And it trys to help me dream
Os something better than the day will bring.
