I come here most quietly
And I come here alone
To bury my dreams
In my garden of stone.

Memories drift by,
Bringing pictures of you,
As I wander, I wonder
“Do you think of me too?”
There are many bright moments
Frozen in time
They are memories of yours
And memories of mine.

We can’t ever try again…
The seasons have turned.
It’s too late to go back,
The bridges have burned.
Nothing could be saved
When the winds came.
Everything I dreamed
Was lost in the flame.

So I come here secretly
And I come here alone.
To bury my dreams
In my garden of stone.