Misty Fields
I can remember the horses of the pasture
\r\nmisty mornings and cool of the evenings.
\r\nI can remember when the wind whistles
\r\nin the corners of the house.
\r\n
\r\nI can feel the fear of the dark
\r\nwhen shaking under
\r\nmy little bed trying to squeeze
\r\nthe pillow to my safety
\r\n
\r\nRiding to the grain fields
\r\ndays of childhood in my memories
\r\nflying over the hills unforgettable
\r\nover and over again.
\r\n
\r\nIn my dreams i live again
\r\nmy childhood life from night to night.
\r\nI could wake with the smell of new-mown hay.
\r\nI could wake and taste the blood in my mouth.
\r\n
\r\nI can feel the fear of the dark
\r\nwhen shaking under
\r\nmy little bed trying to squeeze
\r\nthe pillow to my safety
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