The field is peaceably calm
Resting quiet in its creator's balm
The silvery surface of the lake
Hiding treasures and reflecting no mistakes
But secrets trapped in the breeze
Are torn apart by the leafs in the trees
The wind is carrying them away
Makes it clearer day by day
Parts and sections, sentences are built
Of shame, hatred and of guilt
The words are reaching, a dreamer's lawn
Words of disbelief, that rise within the shadow of the dawn
Within the shadow, words of disbelief
The words of disbelief
Rise within the shadow of the dawn
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