Eden
We are the roses in the gardenBeauty with thorns among our leavesTo pick a rose you ask your hands to bleedWhat is the reason for having rosesWhen your blood is shed carelesslyIt must be for something more than vanity
Believe me, the truth is we're not honestNot the people that we dreamWe're not as close as we could beWilling to grow, but rains are shallowBarren and wind-scattered seedOn stone and dry land we will be
Waiting for the light arisenTo flood inside the prisonAnd in that timeKind words alone will teach usNo bitterness will reach usReason will be guided in another way
All in time...
But the clock is another demonThat devours our time in EdenIn our ParadiseWill our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divineIs there still time?If we wake to discover in life a precious loveWill that waking become more heavenly?