Eric Andrew James

the beauty of the flowers
growing in her hair
broken braids of thorns for locks
as she standing perfect there

her wings of trees and Meadows
solemn as they stand
reaping the world of any more
or any less to this land

her heart as pure to all
for innocence she once had
before we burned her roots
which can no longer make her mad

because she's not human
to quintessant for this
but she's not a god either
or our impurity she would never miss

as she stood with father time
the love of all the lives
he is cruel to her in her own perfection
every hour more of her dies

we are on his side
i cannot know why you don't see
that we have chosen the side of the father
that would never set us free

left the arms of our mother
the beautiful true beginning
to live a life less sheltered
that's where we started sinning

even in the beliefs of man
we have gone about this all wrong
when we leave that garden of Eden
than we start our unhappy song

because the mother has the truth
even if we wish to not here
that she speaks her graceless tune
that echoes in our ear

but you cannot deny
whether you believe me or not
that she looks to perfection
the perfection we once sought

but shall never achieve
for we are not but untrue
upon our epithet it reads
'she will still love you