When green fields grow barren 
And life grows all too much 
I sit fixated on the sound 
Of the steel birds 
That grace the sky above.

When flowers bloom 
And then grow dry 
Under the fiery sun 
That makes water run dry 
And lands grow barren 

Do I see the happiness 
I had once in the past
So long ago 
And now escapes my reach
Like salt in water.

I have my breaking point.
Like sand in one’s hand 
Life flows through my grasp 
And almost alludes it
As if fields that were barren never truly were.

In green fields I trace my name 
In the dust of graves that once existed 
But now no longer do 
Because I am a memory 
Of who I was so long ago.