Chasing the fields of hills turned green

Breaking free, ready to fly

Head down, on the ground tethered by my side

Don’t they know I want to be free

Look through my eyes, you might just see

I’m Chasing the field of hills turned green

Open to the things unseen

Redemption red, winter white

She Lights my darkness and helps me fly

“Ending poverty” they say, is just a lie

Dying in a dirt street, hear little children cry

One man opened up the door

Giving more than bread crumbs off the floor

To those chasing the field of hills turned green

Open to the things unseen

Redemption red, winter white

She Lights their darkness and helps them fly

One step doesn’t make you walk

One word doesn’t make you talk

It’s the child who gets up again

And the child who’s life is in your hands

Who am I to think I AM

I’m just a beggar with a secret plan

Crawling on a old wood floor

With a map to find an open door

To the fields of hill turned green

Seeing all the things unseen

Redemption red like winter white

No more darkness only Light

Ready to fly

peace.

johno~