Field
Copyright (c)2001 Raquel Lung
By SweetGirl 2/27/01
A lonley child-always left out
Growing up-with a life of doubt.
Friends would come-and friends would go
No one could enter-no one could know.
How he'd suffocate with misery-and with fear
He couldn't say-no one could hear.
Put on that smile-for the world outside
But all alone-inside,he cried.
Until the day-he found his smile
And traveled to get her-across the mile.
His pain seemed over-or at least behind
For the Tree Of Love-his heart had climbed.
But it seems to be happening-all over again
Once blossomed before-now struggling to win.
Why does she drift-when his love is so strong
So safe and secure-a lifetime long.
She sees fields in her head-much greener than here
As petals start to wither-and frost draws near.
The seeds they had planted-the bulbs that have bloomed
Have all been neglected-the growth,been assumed.
As the soil gets harder-and begins to dry
Why can't she hear-the silent cry?
Why don't she protect it-with a beautiful shield
To keep the life-of their sacred field.