The Field

I know somewhere there is a place, Where the pain in my heart can fade, Somewhere due west with just the push, That I might make it there some day. I know somewhere in that field, There is a place where I would rest. A place to lay that’s filled with hay. To scare away the stress. And as I lay in that hay My mind will soon be clear. The feelings that left my body, Soon would reappear. I would hear the flowers blossom, I would taste the rays of the sun, I would feel my blood pumping, As if I was about to run. The songs of the birds would call to me, Like little whispers in my ear, “Come join us for a dance or two, There is nothing for you to fear.” All day I would find myself laughing, Until I felt as if I would cry, And if I was to feel as to cry, I would cry all day, till my eyes were dry. Because somewhere is a field, Where the pain in my heart can fade, I’ll strive to find myself away, To make it there some day.