In the fields of Green I run, I play
The crisp grass brushing my feet, I play
Through the murky swamps I hop, I laugh
...
I shall ride the lustrous moon beams of eternal twilight
Through the pittiful sorrows of my splitting, wounded mind
The black gates, looming over my soul, baring my way
Flight I take to seek my end, in vain I struggle
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The burning pain, never ending, always present,
rotting my crippled heart,
corrupting my soul into a black, lifeless form,
I plead for the reaper to visit,
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I live in an alien world, strange waters left over from a midnight rain,
dead and broken leaves, scattered as foliage to fill my hollowed heart
absent tears stream down my skin, like butterflys snared in a web of sadness,
knowing and praying for its aggonising fate
...
In The Fields Of Green
In the fields of Green I run, I play
The crisp grass brushing my feet, I play
Through the murky swamps I hop, I laugh
The dark water consuming my feet, I laugh
Soaring through the air I jump, I smile
The cool breeze tickling my feet, I smile
Crashing down, the ground I hit, I cry
The sharp pain striking my feet, I cry
My mother carrying me, I hurt, I cry
The clear image of a face, I cry
In the fields of Green