The Secret Garden

The garden's leaves are pale and old The tree is weary in the backyard The sun and the moon are in the black uniform My heart leaves ;it is forever sold I ain't free, alone in the scary graveyard The tomb and the doom hitted with their storm My heart weeps; my tears became cold I count three,the tone is hoarsy it is hardly hard To count my called days ,I envy the worm Devouring your body that to you I've sold I wish to that world you bought me a card Without me ,the body ain't complete in form This garden's leaves are pale but hold My love,my life is burried as his in the graveyard My mourning is eternal,in the black uniform My life's curtains got forever down The dawn is to never leave my town