I have a secret garden, Where I can laugh and play. I have a secret garden, Often it's there I stay.
I have a secret garden, No else knows its location, I have a secret garden, That's gone through a transformation.
My secret garden used to be An average unkempt garden, It wasn't the place for me, With all bonfire wood chard and, No where I could sit, Or admire the imaginary view.
I grew that garden, I planted flowers everywhere I made that garden, With little gnomes here and there.
But as I grow old, So does my secret place. Flowers withered, Weeds grow Gone is the jackdaw, Gone is the crow.
This was my secret garden, I played here as a child, But now as I stare Over my secret garden, I only hope one day, Another child may put my garden, To repair.
