In the garden of sorrow where hearts softly cry
There is a passport to magic through our tears
In the garden’s embrace wounds find reprieve
And despite the pain of sorrow hearts will again believe
There in this hallowed place of rest
Sorrow’s passport will unfold
Miracles will bloom from seeds of despair
In the garden of sorrow hope can repair
So, in the garden of sorrow where tears are sown
From within its depth strength builds
It’s a passport to magic where pain departs
And broken hearts find shelter in its healing arts.