What once was a verdant field
carrying bright wildflowers
and soft birdsong
under brilliant blue sky
now lies dead and cold
beneath swollen grey clouds
and blank snow
I've grown tired
I've lost my passion
to fight through this cruel winter
not even for such joyous memories of these lands
I place my steel
upon the frozen ground
and peacefully retreat
leaving you to a civil war
of black white brown and grey
while I pray wish and hope
that green blue pink and yellow
will one day return to your soul