[ IP ] Heart of Eden

Your memory is here in the heart of Eden. 
 
 The garden pathways of my mind meander in the mist, 
 
 but eventually they return. 
 
 All roads to Rome, 
 
 All veins back to the heart, 
 
 And I to you. 
 
 I know that the memory is not really you. 
 
 It is rigid, static - and when it speaks, 
 
 they are echoed words gone pale and weak. 
 
 But still I find I am not free; 
 
 I mourn for what will never be. 
 
 You do n't belong here, so you rust - 
 
 Some day you'll be the garden's dust. 
 
 And while I long for that day's dawn, 
 
 I'll treasure you until you're gone.
