The Field Where I Died - Edenian

I estimate their works and them

So rightly, that at times I almost dream

I too have spent a life the sages' way

And tread once more familiar paths

Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance

Ages ago

And in that act, a prayer for one more chance

went up so earnest, so…

Take my hand, follow me

To the place where I lie

You will see, you will hear

The last one man’s cry

In other life

I was here standing by

As were you wonder why

Come to field where I died

Instinct with better light led in by death,

That life was blotted out-not so completely

But scattered wrecks enough of it remain

Dim memories, the goal in sight again

All which, indeed is foolish, and only means

The flesh I wear, the earth I tread are not more clear to me

Than my belief

Explained to you or no

Grab my hand, follow me

To the place where I lie

You will see, you will hear

The last one man’s cry

In other life

I was here standing by

As were you wonder why

Come to field where I died

Now follow me

To the place where I lie

You will see, you will hear

The last one man’s cry

In other life

I was here standing by

Once again we will come

To the field where I died