In Fields We Play
In Fields We Play
by Joe Cundiff

In the stillness of night
And on the early morning
Mountain ridges
And dark river banks
I shall miss you still
You became and would
Become
So much of my soul
My being
Together we shared
More than one life
Could bear
Together we trod
Amidst darkness
And cold
Together we became
And I shall miss you
Until once more
In fields we play
Good night my friend
Rest Well…
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That is beautiful!
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