Bring me back to the garden again
Where the rose is just a rose
Almost as sweet as the sun
Thorns were a treasure
Reminder of your beauty
Fawns did not fear man
And the flowers never died
They turned our garden into a new jungle
Wild wasn’t that wild anymore
Freedom read in between
Only at times 2 and 3
Stone covered the land were trees once stood
No birds sang the song of happy day
Years before they lost what it meant to be
They do not remember what the flowers smelled like
Nor the stream that ran through here
When their children played amongst man
They could not understand the fawns any longer
Or what whispered from the trees
The language was taken from them
And the beds were they sleep
