Cornfield
My Father has called me back home,
through the field yu must go.
No more will I I have to roam,
No troubles will I fear,
For he's my mighty shield.
Let's take a walk through the cornfield
My Father is always watching,
knowing every step that I take.
Never scared: never flinching,
I march on through the corn
With him, my fate is sealed
Let's show no fear in the cornfield
My Father seems gone in this storm
I feel the rain pouring down
I am wet and nothing is warm
All I know is sadness
No comfort and no shield
Let's give up in this cornfield
My Father, I finally see
The sun come and shows the right path
So close I am to thee
I know I'm near my end
My Father says as I yeild
Let's come out of that cornfield
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