Here, in the Garden.
We, know not what we do.
Made to dine in pastures full of grain.
Left to die unclean.
If we were promised Heaven,
then why put them through hell?
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Here, in the Garden.
We, know not what we do.
Made to dine in pastures full of grain.
Left to die unclean.
If we were promised Heaven,
then why put them through hell?