East of Eden into New York
With just a few years of travel between.
With marching band flavor and chain-gang vigor,
With just a few cheers of life to be seen…
Mud huts and skyscrapers, carts full of beans,
Kings in their glory, high-tech machines…
War famine birthdays, weddings and dreams
Children play dress-up bombs fall on the streets
Valentines wishes and Genghis Khan bleeds
Monsters in the closet with venomous teeth
Democracy’s children new lands for to breed
Westward of Eden, ages we’ve seen…
Crushed by the glory of life now unclean,
Kicked off the cords of divine sovereignty.
Life is for living, living the dream,
But the dream has some darkness
And I might need to scream.
Thanks for reading,