Eden

In the garden of Eden, where memories reside, A war of the past, in the present, we hide. Battles of joy, battles of sorrow, In the heart of Eden, there's no tomorrow. Once a paradise, now a battlefield, Where memories of love, to war, did yield. The echoes of laughter, the whispers of pain, In the garden of Eden, they remain. The roses of joy, now thorns of regret, In the war of memories, we never forget. The sun once shone, now clouds of despair, In the garden of Eden, sadness fills the air. The river of time, with a mournful flow, In the heart of Eden, the seeds of sorrow grow. The war of memories, a relentless tide, In the garden of Eden, where happiness died. Yet, in the midst of sadness, a glimmer of hope, In the heart of Eden, we learn to cope. For even in war, in sorrow, in strife, In the garden of Eden, blooms the flower of life. So, we remember, we mourn, we yearn, In the garden of Eden, where memories return. In the war of the past, in the battles we've seen, In the heart of Eden, we find what it means to be human.