In the garden of secrets
they lay,
arm in arm;
this darling band of misfits,
this chain of soul dwelling
children,
who know only
gasps
of freedom
beside the shallow breaths
of humanity’s ball and chain.
In the garden of secrets
they lay,
arm in arm;
this darling band of misfits,
this chain of soul dwelling
children,
who know only
gasps
of freedom
beside the shallow breaths
of humanity’s ball and chain.