Why so cold and empty
barren field?
Enclosed in wires barbed
till the walls do grow.
Where none shall graze
and none shall play.
Nought lives, grows nor dies.
Wintered, weathered heart,
no pasture is mine.
Why so cold and empty
barren field?
Enclosed in wires barbed
till the walls do grow.
Where none shall graze
and none shall play.
Nought lives, grows nor dies.
Wintered, weathered heart,
no pasture is mine.