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fields of red hope.
smooth the notes rise off your lips,
soothing wind battered nameless faces,
calming old broken hearts,
mending young desparate minds.
a saint amoungst many a bloody soldier,
a white ray of hope in a gray and red soaked field,
this is why you sang,
to bring that ray of hope to those damned dying men.
your smooth soothing notes would live on,
far beyond you and those whom you came to calm,
yet this is not why you let those breaths of mending hope pass beyond your lips,
you were a savior, a vision of hope to those men of death.
in dark times you were always heard,
and in dark times you forever shall be,
those calming, soothing, smooth notes have stayed on,
and lived far beyond you and them, to acompany yet another gray and blood soaked field.
