This Ground Still Cries

That was my field! That was my line! That open space! That's where I died I remember their faces I remember their cries I remember how we joked together I remember trying to save their lives That was the church field That was the safe line That's where they came from nowhere That's where we fought for our lives This field remembers That space in time This grass grows different This ground still cries The memory is so present The memory is so real The gunfire and explosions I can hear them, I can see! That was my field That was once me.