Countryside Childhoods

I was but a child to that calming cornfield

My hands gliding, gazing on your tender blessed bield

Too weak to hold onto, your wonder filled wisper

As it echoed through me, ever brisker

.

But, fate had foretold our fortune

A glimpse of tearful joy, damning distortion

Clocks of sorrow had seeped their sands

On our hourglass built from bleeding bands

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Still, sweet serenades had left seeds

To hands weighed by dire deeds

I listen still to those aching echoes 

Even as those fields blister me now with arrows

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Cultivated, cried for another

But silence had no bother

Faint, coming down now but locusts

Bringing it all out of focus

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Superficial sirens had sung their soiling songs

On our heart, once in glammer filled golds

Still I block those banal births

Seeds of sorrow set on our firths

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Forever I will be, a child to that calming cornfield

My hands will ever be grazing, gazing on your tender blessed bield

Weakness will wither to the hold of your wonder filled wisper

As it echoes through me, ever brisker

Song by – Hans Zimmer

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