[Intro with an earthshattering kick and a simple piano playing] [Deep bass vocals] In the Garden of Light A poem not written A song that’s not sung A painting not painted A life not begun To dream of tomorrow is naught but a dream A fata morgana A scream that’s unscreamed You live in the matrix You live, dream and die Your soul pulls you upward Stay grounded and fly He came with a promise She came with a truth I came with my music You came with your youth Your pain is your medal Shared joy is your guide Your awakening my blessing Your success - our pride With wings made of paper we light up the night and drink the ambrosia In the Garden of Light [Spoken] And should you feel humbled and ready to kneel to the Light of the Garden remember to feel your thread in the woven your note in the song your sword in the battle your right in the wrong [outro] With wings made of silver let’s light up the night and eat the sweet nectar of the Garden of deLight
