We've toured the world
To find beautiful places,
To find comfort in those places,
To find Eden
But have we found it now?

We've toiled the world
To make it a beautiful place,
To make it a comfortable place
To make it Eden
But is it Eden now?

We've built places
And named them paradises.
Are they truly?

Discovered places
And called them paradises.
Are they truly?

Where's Eden,
Where's it hidden?

Eden
A place of no burden,
A place free of heavy laden.
Itself a beautiful garden.

Where's Eden,
Where's it hidden?

I've searched the world
Still, no Eden.
Or am I searching the wrong world?

I've listened to the news
Still, no Eden.
Or am I listening to the wrong news?

I hear there's the good news
Which don't tell of the wars,
The woes,
The hunger and the deaths
But rather the end of it all.

The good news
Which show us the way to Eden,
Which promise relief of the heavy laden.

Have you find it yet?
I've found Eden.
I'm a sojourner mate,
Just temporarily residing here.
I'm on my way to the ethereal garden.