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Free, full lives for the children of Burma
Once there was a gardener,
Who's horse became a dream.
It then became a nightmare,
And nothing was redeemed,

His heart was over shadowed,
It yielded to the pain,

Of lost and broken memories,
Of love he'd spent in vain.

They're within the labyrinth,
He bathed in vapors green,
He poured his very essence,
Into pools that can't be seen,

He fell into the press-apes,
By choice he entered through,
Dark waters yet unspoken of.

A loss,
He could not bear to be true.
His fate lay among the flowers
Of the desert morning stars,

Uncharted lands and faithful
hands beckon from afar,

In time, his eyes will open,
And he will begin to see,
The beauty of his innocence,
Free from memory.

His horse that was a nightmare,
will be a promise seen,
No longer there a prisoner,
he'll realize his dream,
And souls will join and be
reborn in the Eden of his heart,
He'll bring forth a light of unity,
from which he will not part.

Loving eyes will no longer pour acid
on his soul, for forged within integrity
His horse becomes a foal.

There begins his reckoning
a freedom from the past,
The pain in vain will dissipate
and peace will come to pass.

Lisa Gerrard