| Forgotton fields..... In lonely times on farming fields, I saw where I belong though heavy of heart and slow to speak, I sang the criers song.... my tears flowed on forever, and grieved away my pain... my tears flowed in to heaven, alone, I stayed the same.... and dreams came and dreams flowed by, while farming gave its yield. so tall and strong the crops and I, grew out of barren field. but the rain and sun played its part, to cleanse and warm the ground, so fertile things would come about, from secrets never found. forgotten seeds were never sown, and unknown plants were never grown; so I, alone deep scars healed, and left behind the forgotten field |