In The Garden Of Souls

	作曲 : Azam Ali/Greg Ellis
	In a world where all is borrowed,
	And time like elusive dust seems to
	Just slip through our fingers,
	All we realy have are these precious moments
	Where we can make fertile the soil
	In the garden of our hearts,
	That love may make its home
	And here the mortal seed may flourish.
	Only love can free us from the womb of time
	For life... like a magnificent mysterious cloud holds
	Its shape and from only long enough for us to blinks,
	And all our precious memmories are but shadows of
	Time that will drift away like fallen returning
	To the emptiness from which they came.
	Thus we are,like innocent children flowering
	In the garden of souls

	zuò qǔ : Azam Ali Greg Ellis
	In a world where all is borrowed,
	And time like elusive dust seems to
	Just slip through our fingers,
	All we realy have are these precious moments
	Where we can make fertile the soil
	In the garden of our hearts,
	That love may make its home
	And here the mortal seed may flourish.
	Only love can free us from the womb of time
	For life... like a magnificent mysterious cloud holds
	Its shape and from only long enough for us to blinks,
	And all our precious memmories are but shadows of
	Time that will drift away like fallen returning
	To the emptiness from which they came.
	Thus we are, like innocent children flowering
	In the garden of souls