There is a garden, though I do not
know whose or where, that looks like Eden

But holds many secrets dark. Darkness
now shall rise whether by nature's storm

Or storm of justice wise. What or who
and for what reason shall be made known,

For this land who has held us kind
will have none of it. She refuses

To carry what dark heart has buried 
in effort to escape consequence.

Henceforth all that's hidden shall come forth.
She shall return to rest and beauty.