Edens Child

There are no dreams left within me, nothing innocent remains.

Childhood hope falls to bitterness, what is left now is an angry will to be

A will to be set free.

I was the setting of an ancient sun, guardian of life seed, silent and gleaming.

I was the rolling of the ocean waves, fertile and streaming, with seed of being.

At one with all that was and was to be.

Within each star a chosen destiny.

Until I chose the way to freedom.

To live and grow a Child of Eden.

I was the son of those who walked in fear, followed the calling, one spirit falling.

To enter man was to become man's soul, trapped by a life lust, prisoner of earth's trust.

To reach toward the heaven's fading light.

A memory of what was once delight.

This was the choice I made to freedom.

To live and die a Child of Eden.

There are new dreams rising in me, growing from once barren land.

With new hope, I will live them, growing from within myself the strength to see.

Once more to be set free!