In a field, the flowers blooming
While my soul's darkness has been looming
Tis then I yield, in peaceful rest
Amongst the flowering colorful crest
Upon the field
My troubled soul and wounded heart
Soothed by the waters you impart
To make me whole, to set me free
By dying upon that gruesome tree
You paid my toll
O brother dear, I ask of you
To keep my mind clean and true
Keep my heart clear, and pure as gold
For when your wonder I might behold
O brother dear
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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