Cabbage Patch Babies

Verse 1
In cabbages, beneath the ground, silence is breathing,
children encoded — hope slowly fading.
An ancient story, twisted and torn,
who still remembers where we were born?

Chorus
Cabbage patch babies — children of new times,
clones of our histories, hidden in dreams.
Where does the legend end, and where does the plan begin?
In the shadow of unseen hands, we lose our voice within.

Verse 2
From ancient gardens to mythical words,
Adam and Eve — more than a tale.
Old scrolls whisper of blood and of roots,
are they just symbols, or codes that still sail?

Bridge
The alchemist watches, the world rearranges,
from the maze of genes, silence emerges.
In old faded pictures, in children’s smiles,
is truth recorded, though hidden in guile?

Chorus
Cabbage patch babies — children of new times,
clones of our histories, hidden in dreams.
Where does the legend end, and where does the plan begin?
In the shadow of unseen hands, we lose our voice within.

Verse 3
In postcards a smile, but under it shade,
faces repeating, reflections remade.
DNA echo, genealogy’s song,
behind the curtain a world waits too long.

Final Chorus (softer)
Cabbage patch babies — children of new times,
find back your voice, break the silent chain of dreams.
Let the legend uncover the long-forgotten mark,
for we are the story — not patterns in the dark.

Epitaph

“From leaves we are born in shadow,
yet the light reveals us whole.
What is hidden in the earth
always returns to the sky.”