Running through a field of dreams
watcing as it fades from green
darkness upon my heals like basit hounds
defining song birds of hope now without sound
pausing to pluck a blooming rose to keep
only just to see its beauty seep
i struggle towards the light above the mountain
but the scenery wont move, no ground i gain
panic sets in as my strength begins to wear
lightning strikes the sky threatening to tear
racing to get over the mountain top
hoping to find where the storm will stop
to build a house where she can make a home
soft grass padding the childrens feet
to live with my heart and be complete
instead of completely without my heart
running through a field torn apart…