Secret Garden
Imagine. Our planet floating silently in space.
Around it, a white dove flies, forever circling.
Every one hundred years, the dove’s wing gently touches the face of the earth.
The time it would take for the feathered wing to wear this planet down to nothing is eternity.
Within eternity time passes.
Within time, there is change.
Soon the wing of the white dove will touch our world again.
The dawn of a new century.
Time for a new beginning.
Now is eternity
At the break of dawn of a century
A thousand years of joy and tears
We leave behind
Love is our destiny
Celebrate the dawn of a century
Let voices ring, rejoice and sing
Now is the time
Love is eternity
Dawn of a century
Now is our destiny
Dawn of a century
Dawn of a century