… and so here I am
What have you done to me?
I gave you a garden land
And all of it for free

I asked for in return
But one small thing
To love me and to learn
To rejoice and to sing

Instead of that you chose
To play a foolish game
And into my garden arose
To put it all to shame

Heeding every vice
At greed’s insistence
You did put a price
Upon my existence

If ever you could sell
All you do possess
Whatever would you tell
To buy forgiveness?

Whatever will you say
At this day’s end
To ever let you play
In my garden again?