All there was was the winds more winds coming winds coming in between with us standing feeling it in my hair like eyes forced to close there was nothing but the wind And steps were taken to move winds followed me accompanied me to my lonesome road All the way to the waves of sea inviting me in to give in While I look in my morose mood And the Sun stood submerged like everything, it was leaving me And maybe it will be back But for this moment after, I'll have nobody there on this moonless night.
My lonely field no one to accompany, there are weeds growing high up till my chin. I am barefoot, walking around aimlessly my feet are bleeding many pebbles beneath my feet I am searching for the sun hiding behind the clouds the colours are sepia black, brown, yellow soon there is rain pouring over my face the scene goes muddy then moon follows and the night conquers and till when it is dawn I am long gone.
a walk in my field, a walk into my life it is how it is stay where you are scenery is not pretty.
Is it me, is it you, is it us, or is it my head I can't recall well how it had begun but has it been always like this Always losing at both ends Replaced so easily, you don't look at me Least bothered, left at my own device My own bone to pick, you have no time to give Restless, relentless, you would drown me in deep waters I keep waiting for you to save me The pool of tears is crystal clear Displaced, delude, I have been reduced My value to me rose to all time low Where in the world you would find me I am in the jungle of my own vice Don't seek the worst in me I would fall on my knees yet again But my destiny has always been it. Dying, well not surprising, Drought, and the last drop.