Field

This is a more abstract poem of sorts. It could still work as a song in my mind.

A stolen voice
Fades to black
In the empty field
Where it once played
With others
Just as sweet
Just as pure
As the dawn

The final wish
Floats down the river
In search of
A home
A shelter
From Father Time's
Cruel sorcery
It must remain
Unchanged
Untouched
Unsullied

A faint echo reaches Amber
Before it's too late
She runs runs runs
To spread the message
Across every acre
Valley and plain

The procession marches
Towards the edge
Of the world
Until they find 
The river
That leads them
To the field
Where nothing grows
A single shard
Catches their eye
They know what it means
They know it's
A shallow grave