by Peter Moring and Lou Marshall Gould
The Rose of Eden
Sweet lines covering the fields
of roses stashed behind each other
strangers in a strange land
of the same illusion yield
winter or fall the earth
can't be hidden behind the truth
you just can't escape
it's hidden somewhere behind the truth
Why don't you ask her
there's a promise once broken
a garden to regain
living a life of survival
searching for the elusive name
Horses run through the fields
where man once ploughed
the land no longer shields us
and no shelter can be found
crops no more to harvest
and the famine is waiting
just after the next season
another test to pass not the first
and not the last of our grim reason
painting over the colors
of every living creature
Adam and Eve become true lovers
and their children must be teachers
can't we have a clean start
or is it already too sad of a story
we now impart
we run from one landscape to another
to cities, sand dunes, forests or
the seas uncharted
The Rose of Eden
could once again be found
not in foreign fields
until we understand it's
all holy ground
Like Adam n’ Eve
can we have a clean start
or is it already too sad
of a story we now humbly impart
Please remember
the rose of Eden
there's a promise broken
a garden to regain
living a life of survival
searching for the elusive name
Please remember
the Rose of Eden
Remember the Rose of Eden