Without a care,
Next to the fields,
A bird perched upon the branch,
That overlooked them fields of dreams.
Looking at the stars,
Whispering tales of meaningless bravery,
Sparkling light,
Shot into the sky.
There flew a river,
Carrying water so sweet,
Filling the heart of all who drank,
It was a tale though,
Never seen was such a lake.
The field was cool,
Full of dreams,
Hope was the wind that flew above,
It was just theirs,
When the sun is still sleeping,
Where the breeze was cool,
Twinkling did the dreams do,
In these fields.