With bare feet,
And a sullen look,
I tread across a field of grey.
Within defeat,
My hope they took,
And I drag on with eyes of dismay.
With bare feet,
And spirit broken,
I crawl across a field of glass.
Without the heat,
Of words unspoken,
There is no escaping a sorrowful past.
As I walk through the shadow,
Of a tree by my side,
Hands clasped in prayer,
And eyes to the sky,
I hope for a new day,
Dawning in my way,
So I may escape,
These fields that plague.
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