in the fields I hear music
the night holds within me something deep
as if I've forgotten how to smile
sometimes my back hurts
the sun rests on my shoulder
some day's he's too big for me to carry
other times the days feel small
and flat like a quarter
tossed into the air
we leave bad and good days to chance
in better days
I've kissed pretty girls under neighborhood bridges
the amber sun at dusk
is even more beautiful glistening off the trees in the shade
walking by the apple trees
we eat their fruit
god hums to himself loudly
my hands clinched tight
he looks down on us
so confused
our fistfuls of rage
we sing in key with them
in the fields we hear that music playing
and still to this day
it leaves us speechless