Fields no more
Though it’s rising
And you and I
It’s anew
Well the tide closes
Our roots are sinking, they said
It’s changing again,
I sustain and the land no longer speaks for months
Now I live, for the only winter
Soaked red palms met
We sank further down, passed the blank faces
And from then I was something, one choice and a lifetime
I dreamt then, and felt the pangs
But where would I be?
All we've had, we bled but we did live
But not for ourselves
And soon comes the sleep, will we arrive?
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