on one of my grey days, br I went visit a garden of hope br to have its spirit, to lift my chin br as dust in winds, as salt in sea br as one small seed, shall become tree br so deep sweet dream, I weep and grieve br so strong with hope, rooted in me br as I experienced cuts and salty tears br salty tears, I learned from them with smart br those acid taste br And I sat down on the grass br to have its nature, giving me the desire to grow br as words came out from mouth br as vows' success, still fresh from lips br I turned to the garden of dream br to have a glimpse of my future br hidden behind the curtain of mystery br I saw my name and filled with joy br there, letters carved upon stones br when jealousy and deceiving are all over places br when mistakes discourage and false comforts drive me br when my self-motivations are weak, I sell my days for pennies br when the creator of emotion in me feels the hunger br I went visit the garden of hope and dream br to have its love, to comfort my scream br to have its blessing, to keep on dreaming br As the journey is still far and long br so steeled the heart, to broke this storm br And I stood in my garden br with faith in works that i perform br life is just a simple game I play with my mind br so never to give up, things will turn out alrightbr br Beo Nguyenbr br