Leave It Where It Lays
A field runs dry for just some time
I'll see winter before I die
So count your dead, the words unsaid
Are embers on our heads
You can't explain a world unchanged
To a creature born in pain
A field, a fallow
Let me lie for just some time
I'll rise before I die
A fallowed field needs time to yield
For now it takes its rest
A bird unchained may just remain
So leave it where it lays
A field, a fallow
I'll see winter before I die
So count your dead, the words unsaid
Are embers on our heads
You can't explain a world unchanged
To a creature born in pain
A field, a fallow
Let me lie for just some time
I'll rise before I die
A fallowed field needs time to yield
For now it takes its rest
A bird unchained may just remain
So leave it where it lays
A field, a fallow
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Writer(s): Brandon Butler
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