Fields of Peace
Along the path in life
There will come a time
When you're on the dirt road
And you reach a four-way line
You will see people
Quarreling over a direction
To choose for future fortune
For their goals of perfection-
Choose not a path
Choose the fields of peace
That roll by the roads
To avoid future wrath
And lay with the lilies
And sleep under the moon
Its what I picked
Before I parted you.
Copyright © Alyssa Finley | Year Posted 2006
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