All the Fields Are Filled With Children

There's that child again Running and jumping through The crispy fields of wildflowers Inhaling the fragrance This little girl is free from guilt That sweet one knows no hurt Will envelope her till she succumbs To the private pain The day grows slim as she Waltzes about feeling Free as a child should always be This is not the end Salty tears escape As dread and fear Shadows of confusion drape round Her tiny shoulders "Save her!" I cry out To no one there and then I wake from the night in disbelief I'm dreaming again No one saved me after all