Fields of War

You were barely a part of my day
But my days are bare and grey

Reasons for leaving

Are all that hold me away

We've been falling out in a field

Of lies and grains of truth

We could live on what we yield

If we could leave this field in our youth


I've seen the wind sweep across the fields

And the fate of those who stayed
I've seen the horse and the rider

Sweep like a mist, Who came and will fade


Is this war won by loosing?

I surrender I will not fight

These weapons we are using

Could be the prize we find


I've seen the wind sweep across the field
And i see myself in You

Can I live without myself

By living with You?


(C) 2003 Christine B