Fields
I trudge there with leaden feet
Carrying invisible burdens
The perfect place to pause and ponder
And water my fear garden
You can keep your stones and daggers
And your thirty pieces
For I am my own Judas
Handing me over to me
Follow me if you like
But there's really nothing to see
Just me
Plowing my potters field
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