Fields

I embrace change
Like fields burning over
I see the world
Through a porthole made of glass

I embrace change
Like new fields growing over
I see the world
On a sailboat without a latch

If you have to ask
It's better left unknown
What's out there, what's out there?
Time wonders us all
All I am, all I know

If it's up to me
All that I can be
Fields on fire burning
But I'll be blooming with pain

In the right light
Everything is somber
It is overgrown
Like a home that's left behind

In the right light
Day can last forever
At the right time
I'll move on with the rising tide

If it's up to me
All that I can be
Fields on fire burning
But I'll be blooming with pain

If it's up to me
All that I can be
Fields on fire burning
But I'll be blooming with pain