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