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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We had it all, for the whole world was at out feet A perfect home, our lives felt so complete But doubts crept in, and trust then fell apart Accusations, that tore straight through my heart We lost it all, the rift became too wide Now I'm alone, with all these tears that I can't hide I saw your kiss, you didn't notice I was there I saw your eyes, so full of love and care Her scent was sweet, it hung upon the air My pain was great, reaching deep everywhere Your eyes met mine, you knew that you'd been caught Your guilt was clear, from the first moment that we fought Everything dies In this garden of lies Everything dies, everything Clouds fill the skies In this garden of lies Oh it's too quiet now.. for the song birds don't sing... You ran to me, you said it was a big mistake But trust was lost, all we had was heart ache You tried in vain, to cover up what I saw I made you leave, I couldn't take any more The sun goes down, to the sounds of my cries The moon shines pale, upon our cold garden of lies Everything dies In this garden of lies Everything dies, everything Clouds fill the skies In this garden of lies Oh it's too quiet now... for the song birds don't sing... The garden of lies, is all that remains Memories caught, etched deeply with pain Sweet flower scents, to torture my soul Tired jaded blooms, from the love you stole Everything dies In this garden of lies Everything dies, everything Clouds fill the skies In this garden of lies Oh it's too quiet now... for the song birds don't sing... Jane Shields (C)
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