Pleasure Garden

 

 

Does your heart hurt from the pain of here?
Where Miserable hope cursed with wretched fear
Fill the breast till no room is left
For soul inside to come rest,

Does your heart hurt from the pain of here?

Bitter thoughts from poison fruit
Consumed in such a lonesome pursuit
Well it heavily weighs upon my chest
So much so I struggle for breath,

Does your heart hurt from the pain of here?

But today I spied while in my tree
Far away beyond the boundaries
Where you grow a blossom garden
With ripened fruit so sweet to senses,

Today I spied while in my tree

A feast awaits with a leap
Oh! a leap of faith
Beyond the boundaries pass the gait
Where fruitful thoughts aglow repose
In the pleasure of your garden

In the pleasure of your garden

 

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