An old song that I wrote. Sung beautifully by Christina all those years ago. Well, three actually.
Shackled in an endless stream,
Merry go round of fate, round and round
The hurts, the hates of a thousand wars
Free to choose, free to lose
Free to fester and die
Written deep within the heart
Longing for life so full of peace and joy
Lies and cries of a thousand souls
Free to fear, free to sneer
Free to stifle and control
Roll the stone away
Break this circle of pain
As you did so long ago
In that Sunday Garden
Train of thought on a lonely track
Greenest of grass and trees pass us by
Only one thing’s on my mind
Me, and me, whose spirit’s free
Free to live a lie
Roll the stone away
Break this circle of pain
As you did so long ago
In that Sunday Garden
Sunday garden’s calling
First day of recreation
All things are new
The tomb has been thrown
Wide open. Wide Open.
Roll away my stone
Break this circle of pain
As you did so long ago
In that Sunday Garden