We are all refugees of Eden

Seeking asylum from ourselves

Drawn to false identities hidden

In every fictitious image we sell

Painters masking our portable prison

Praying for lovers and leaders to see more

I hide the search for guarded garden gateway

knowing my soul might refuse the open door

We are all refugees of Eden

Scattered between wilderness and garden

Thrust into knowing much evil abandoned

Trusted to carry an image not ever beholden

You and I are refugees of Eden

Brothers united in murderous divisions

Sisters embracing our hurt and hate

Children of angels, devils, prophets and scoundrels

Lost sons, lost daughters, lost souls.