Eden

Welcome to my world,

A place were the air grows sweet,

Were the first souls met,

And the rain still tells the story

Of their fall from grace

And my induction to paradise.

This is my world now,

And I won’t fall from grace.

I will learn from the story the rain still tells.

I intend to stay here,

Were the air is sweet,

And the rain still tells the story,

Of the first souls and there fall from grace.