There is a place I know,
A long, long way from here,
Around which silver roses grow
On walls so high that they disappear; there
Once was a door there,
Once upon a time,
Before the vines and ivy grew
And smothered its design;
And inside of this sanctum
Was a grove of many things;
Of secrets, lies, and dreams long gone,
Lost on silver wings;
And they say that if you find it,
And uncover there the key,
You’ll understand the reasons why
Things are meant to be.
