My heart's a backyard haven
It's been my secret garden.
One day a gentle sunrise
Dorothy (c) 2000
Where cherished roses grow.
Few visitors have seen them.
The gate was locked, I know.
I've planted it for years.
It took a lot of tending,
Was watered with my tears.
Streamed in to mark the way,
And told me now's the hour
For cutting this bouquet