Eden

We are the roses in the garden

Beauty with thorns among our leaves

To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed

What is the reason for having roses

When your blood is shed carelessly?

It must be for something, more than vanity

Believe me, the truth is we're not honest

Not the people that we dream

We're not as close as we could be

Willing to grow but rains are shallow

Barren and wind scattered seed

on stone and dry land we will be

Waiting for the light arisen

To flood inside the prison

And in that time

Kind words alone will teach us

No bitterness will reach us

Reason will be guided, in another way

All in time

But the clock is another demon

That devours our time in Eden

In our paradise

Will our eyes see well beneath us

Flowers all divine?

Is there still time? If we wake to discover

In life a precious love

Will that waking become more heavenly?