out in the fields
brooks, meredith
empty streets like winter cold
feelings cut without a trace
hands reach out ready to fold
another tear falls into place
running through a quiet fire
i can see the flames grow wild
listen to the winds of heaven
i feel with a rhyme and reason
scattered pictures like my thoughts
shattered glass watch where i walk
unspoken words tear me apart
another hole right through my heart
looking through an open window