Field of Dreams
In a field not far away a field where dreams and reality lay;
A field where all your running tears have turned into gold over the years;
A field over time that your heart was broke;
It turned into love in a field that was soaked;
In a field with no heartaches and no more tears;
But only fulfilled dreams that grew over the years;
It's the water that came down from your tear filled eyes;
Generated from the hurt you held inside;
So now you live on though hard it may seem;
For the tears that you shed are in the field of dreams.
Copyright © William Cason | Year Posted 2020
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