Fields of glory rolling outside my window

Bodies of bronze by suns caressing warmth

One body my body already knows

He takes me to the stars and the heavens



Dreams aspire reaching for the tallest skies

Fields of glory reaching for suns desire

To quench the thirst then reap the crops of lies

Tend the fields walk away empty handed



There's a wolf out amongst the laden sheep

Blood upon hands of proclaimed innocence

Kill them all where the blood has surely seeped

No clean hands remain to the unaware





Jealousy a motive for killing fields

You reap what you sow, your harvest will yield


---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----