Saturday, 25 January 2014

Out Seeing The Field~

Briskly, rising to the sky
Cold, clouds rushing past
Flying, hopes to never land
Light. Stretching out my hand

Out seeing the fields
What is a dream and
can you tell me what is real?
Everyone else is home in bed
and I’m out here lost in my own head
out seeing the fields

I only feel close to you when I’m under open sky
I only feel guided when I’m free to question why
Only when I smell the earth upon my face
will I ever be free to fly from this place

Out seeing the fields
Leaving the place I thought was home before
Picking up my shoes and I’m flying out the door
Can’t seem to walk to go back there anymore
So I’m out seeing the fields