The field

Someone grab ahold of what's left of me, 

Hold onto me and walk me through the storm, 

The clouds are getting darker, 

Taking away all of the sunshine that once stood. 

Raindrops are falling upon my cold cheeks, 

Blending in with the tears that have been pouring down. 

Help me get through this storm and back into the sunshine. 

I want to be that wild child running through a field of flowers, 

Singing in song as the wind blows her hair all around. 

So please, someone help me find that glorious field.