On second thought...

Maybe this song does have a use right now after all. I suggest you find the song first that way this poem will have much more meaning.

The endless field
of a farm he had never asked
to see or live on.

The wave of green
that moves in the wind
so gentle as his mother's touch.

Why does he long to leave serenity?

Why does he hope to one day be gone
from the place that so many days
had brought him happiness?

He rushes through field
hoping to find the answers
to a question that's buring in his heart.

The leaves slap and the cut
yet he moves on.

He trips and and falls.
The ground scrapes his legs
and cuts his face
yet he moves on.

The sun shows him the way
and he follows it
as if it were the last trail
in his life he would ever follow.

Now is the end.

The path he can no longer follow
because the land has ended.

The ravine below
as empty as his heart
and now he asks...

WHEN WILL BE MY TIME!?

©Archangel