In Fields
Though I walk through valleys
And yet I do fear although
I should not when the silence is
Beating down inside my head
When scorn turns to shame
Turns to tears...that wash away
Something I cannot clean
When questions receive no answers
And time breeds nothing but
Unrelenting pain
And so I walk in fields
Where my father's hands have plowed
Searching without knowing
To follow a voice I cannot hear
And yet I know there is
A voice somewhere inside out
There is someone else there
I know and yet I can't
When lovely pain turns to gold
Turns to alabaster sunshine
Something I cannot see
When answers are elusive
And unexpected overcoming
Like the spring and the rain
And so I walk in fields
Written in the lines of someone's hand
Searching without knowing
Yet slowly drawing near
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