Rosebuds and blooms, tell me love who lit up this room? unrefined elegance and brazen belligerence, such will to live and find love, still we wish to be seen, but only by eyes half asleep, daydreams in nightmares you wake from one unto the other, over and over and over again, living a life that feels like burning and breathing, while sitting in sunshine that sometimes stings, they send prayers to heaven but the phone keeps ringing out, we are left to survive, there is no smoothing river to calm our edges, we are razor sharp and blindingly unfamiliar, this is leaving eden, no ship to make sail, no map to find home, we make it out of skin and bones, by the blood we make love birth hope, by the harboring sadness we make dark thoughts into madness, a lost people still discovering what our fathers did, what our mothers made in secret, whos brothers and sisters we have bonds of joy and anger with, double double toil and trouble, we live and learn and climb from this rubble, dense is our skin made hard by the scorn of our elders, strong are our backs with deflective tendencies to keep our sanity ours, clothes, cars, and fast money is the game, cause for all we dont have they'd still try to take it away, woe is the younger generation for they do not do as we did, scripture etched in crystals and mediation, we seek to find enlightenment, not just for the word of some old white man, hail they who have been deemed lazy or damned, for they shall be ever blessed by the most high, perhaps jealousy can come top down, a concept all to close to home, and still we try to make our utopia, we do not yearn for eden's rules, or the passages of burning bush prophets, we build our social wakana instead, transmit the peace of mind to all of our people, here they can't find the key to the gates, understanding is our sword.
Fighting to build a better eden