A rippling field of tall grasses

And a yellow sunset back round

This scene would be set perfect

If not for the blood drenched ground

At second glance you can spy

The weapons have buried deep

A secret pushed far away

That the world is fighting to keep

A flag, tattered and worn

Yet still fluttering high

The bird of death soars

As the crescent moon takes the sky

The shadows shorten to a speck

And the fires dances and sways free

Suddenly the secret is discovered

When the sun’s silence come with a fee

One glint of silver

The battle is uncovered

All the lies are out now

All the things time had mothered

They stole and took away the iron          

All the blades and knives gone

This barren field plain now

Without the secrets it’s kept so long

Time took over once more

And fall, winter, spring came and went

Without the secret’s grasp

The field became a beauty it’s always dreamt