The field of Souls
As I wander through this field of souls
The young, the strong, the weak, the old
I sense their silence, feel the violence
That has been visited on some
Their pleading eyes scream silently
Help me, help me to be free
Trapped am I on this field of souls
Where nothing old will ever grow
Please take my hand and lead me forth
This troubled path now to abort
And cross into the other realm
And lay to rest under the Elm
Into the light shall us you lead
And help our souls now to be freed
so that we may die as others do
And rest under the morning dew
