A field of time
is spread out before me
Acres of pain
now implore me.
A narrow path
asks me to come though
I had forgotten this place
What will I do?
I step out on foot
towards the walkway
Fright takes over
I turn to run away
I go no further
my legs won't work
My duty to face the field
I can no longer shirk
Take a deep breath
examine the land
In the middle of it
feel free to stand
This is my field
though I didn't want it
But it is mine
so why should you taunt it.
The pasturage is dry
and has seen no rains
The grounds have been dug up
and felt many pains.
How could this bit of earth
have been so abused?
Is it desolate space
that no longer serves a use?
Cries of the field
wail out dejection
Begging for floods
of soothing affection
Yes, many seasons
have come and past
As for seasons of drought
this is the last
The owner has returned
to claim back the land
And rich waters never cease to flow
from out of her Master's hands.
is spread out before me
Acres of pain
now implore me.
A narrow path
asks me to come though
I had forgotten this place
What will I do?
I step out on foot
towards the walkway
Fright takes over
I turn to run away
I go no further
my legs won't work
My duty to face the field
I can no longer shirk
Take a deep breath
examine the land
In the middle of it
feel free to stand
This is my field
though I didn't want it
But it is mine
so why should you taunt it.
The pasturage is dry
and has seen no rains
The grounds have been dug up
and felt many pains.
How could this bit of earth
have been so abused?
Is it desolate space
that no longer serves a use?
Cries of the field
wail out dejection
Begging for floods
of soothing affection
Yes, many seasons
have come and past
As for seasons of drought
this is the last
The owner has returned
to claim back the land
And rich waters never cease to flow
from out of her Master's hands.