"Golden Fields Of Holly
The Sun laying low
Regrets fill the air
Blissful thinking arrives
Problems to fix, a simple sew
Others do not show
In the Golden Fields of Holly.
Critiques and wonders
Personal plunders
Swept by the Golden Fields of Holly
Enduring the solitude
Yet the truth tucked away.
Praying for the all knowing
To sew the blunders
In the Golden Fields of Holly.
Golden Fields of Holly
Make me feel jolly
For my critiques and wonders shouldn't die alone
Yet I shouldn't worry
In the beauty of bliss.
A wonderful wish.
For I am just a human
In the mortal plane
Wondering the sanctity of the unknown
Wishing for my problems to be sewn.
Pleading with the insane
Yet I stand alone
In the Golden Fields of Holly."