Fields of People

Wildflowers grow everywhere
Vibrations flow, things will have to change

Strange new ideas fill the air
Some people leave, others grieve
Some were bare but things will change
Old concepts go, new ones grow
Every moment, yes, the world begins again

And the wildflowers grow out of fields

Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will bleed

Strange blooming flowers fill the land
Their seeds will fall, calling men to understand
Some things must die, others end
Every moment, watch the world begin again

And the wild flowers grow out of love

Love of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will bleed

Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed