text: In my secret garden, Im looking for the perfect flower
  Waiting for my finest hour
  In my secret garden, I still believe after all
  I still believe and I fall
  You plant the seed and Ill watch it grow
  I wonder when Ill start to show
  I wonder if Ill ever know
  Where my place is
  Where my face is
  I know its in here somewhere
  I just wish I knew the color of my hair
  I know the answers hiding somewhere
  In my sеcret garden, therеs
  A petal that isnt torn
  A heart that will not harden
  A place that I can be born
  In my secret garden
  A rose without a thorn
  A lover without scorn
  If I wait for the rain to kiss me and undress me
  Will I look like a fool, wet and a mess?
  Will I still be thirsty?
  Will I pass the test?
  And if I look for the rainbow, will I see it
  Or will it pass right by?
  Because Im not supposed to see
  Because the blind are never free
  Even at my secret garden
  Theres a chance that I could harden
  Thats why Ill keep on looking, for
  A petal that isnt torn
  A heart that will not harden
  A place that I can be born
  In my secret garden
  A rose without a thorn
  A lover without scorn
  I still believe, I still believe
  Because after all is said and done
  Im still alive
  And the boots have come and trampled on me
  And Im still alive
  Because the sun has kissed me, and caressed me
  And Im strong, and theres a chance
  That I will grow, this I know
  So Im still looking for
  A petal that isnt torn
  A heart that will not harden
  A place that I can be born
  In my secret garden
  A rose without a thorn
  A lover without scorn
  Somewhere in Fontainebleau
  Lies my secret garden