Garden of the Unseen-Part II
(Verse 1)
In this garden od the unseen,
The echoes of footsteps long gone by
Still linger low beneath the sky.
And I, a pilgrim in this night,
Walk paths lit not by stars, but light.
(Verse 2)
The lamps, like old forgotten friends,
Hold stories near their yellow ends.
Their glow, a tapestry of soul,
Of broken things once made whole.
Bridge
And every breeze that strokes the trees
Speaks languages of memories.
I do not ask what brought me here—
I only breathe, and draw it near.
(Chorus)
Garden of the unseen, don’t let me go,
Wrap me in hush where true things grow.
Let time bend soft where roots have been,
Let stillness cleanse what roars within.
(Verse 3)
This place—no altar, yet divine.
Its walls shaped not by hands, but time.
No choir here, yet song is near,
Carried by wind that shakes the ear.
(Verse 4)
And if the moon could speak aloud,
It’d hum this hymn beneath its shroud:
That every moment, walked alone,
Is still a seed the night has sown.
(Refrain)
Let every leaf be kissed by grace,
Let every shadow find its place.
Let sorrow rest on this green bed,
Where peace was planted, tears were shed.
(Bridge)
I saw my reflection in damp stone—
Not just a face, but something grown.
A soul rebuilt by whispering ground,
Not lost, not found—just deeply bound.
(Final Chorus)
Garden of the unseen, cradle my name,
Let every silence burn as flame.
Let every shadow stretch and heal,
Let every step become what’s real.
(Verse 5)
When morning rises, I’ll depart,
Yet carry still this beating heart—
Forged not in noise, but night’s repose,
Where deepest truth, in silence, grows.
(Outro)
So here I leave a piece of me,
Where petals sleep and souls walk free.
A garden dressed in twilight skin,
Where I met light, and turned within.
