Towers Amidst Rotten Fields

The seeds of truth

Lie amongst the fields of lies

Not that we can not discover

But we must earnestly try

While a towering bell lingers

Subtle in the distance

Keeping time on us watching for

Ever instance

In sweet imperfect harmony

With the world that toils around

What we have lost

We have yet to be found

But in time truth will grow

To tower well above the rotten fields

To bring life again to the weaklings

My hope lies in such trees that grow

Along the roads we travel

The roads we have forged

Trees will rise up

Giving us protection from the lies



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