David Allred - The Garden Lyrics

Wind, sun, rain,
The garden in my brain
Leaves, roots, contain,
Clouds of joy and pain

Dark light shades displayed
Where comfort may stray
I am not afraid

History made up like a play
Changed as seasons do
The lies make their breakthrough

The birds echo the stream
As lights project a scheme
An image with a theme

Still I'd like to
Still I'd like to dream