Empty Fields

Just a seed on the breeze
Blown into dust from leaves
You ran dry
Parched away
How do we grow without your rays?

I try and tell you but I have
Lost all the names for what I do
It’s just an old song I sing
But is it true?

A path stretched too long
Empty fields turn to straw
We become lost
Led astray
Year by year
Ground away

I try and tell you but I have
Lost all the names for who I knew
It’s just an old song I keep singing
It’s what I do

It’s what I do