I have to get back to that placeIt was a long urge within myselfI wanted to be there for at least a little timeThere's something that I missedSomething that I wasn't sure aboutIt was not the wordsnor the complementsIt wasn't about earningsand not about ranksIt wasn't a passion or an addictionAs I stepped into the gardenThe smell of the flowers was wonderfuland in front of meI found the thing that