Lamentation from a Field of Broken Dreams
Here I stand in my lonely field of dreams
The grass withered, parched and brown
I turn and gaze at the fence over which I jumped
And see the grass looks greener over there
Where are you when I need to share this field?
To bring it to life with love and care
Where are you when I need to feel arms around me?
When I need someone to tell me it's alright.
When I need someone to care?