Somewhere, deep inside us
Are kept voices, and memories
long fogotten images
Magic books and melodies

All our past memories
Our very first dreams
And every word of mom and daddy
Said so many years ago

A magic world of our childhood
Sleeping in his woom of sounds
Until the last day of our lives
Burried under many words

And sometimes, a hint of a smell
A familiar sound, or just a word
Brings back to you this blooming garden
Sets you at the starting point

And then, you dream like a child
And you are innocent again
You recall upon a clear sky
It's all in there, nothing is lost.