Strung about the fields of glory,
thy words have held me through.
Brought the future to my knees,
filled the well with thoughts of you.
Shaped the blossoms into fate,
preparation for time again.
Forgotten sins of lonesome hearts,
sought forth a world to designate.
Thy words have told the truth to me,
mistaken not the death of souls.
For love has come to take aback,
everything a heart shall lack.
Spoken lies from a weakened heart,
killing me slowly... time shall depart.
For, strung about the fields of glory,
thy words have held me through...
