Standing in a field,
of lillies white,
raining clouds,
bleed upon my face,
the flowers fade,
but I remain
All around me,
skeletons from the past,
the sun pulls itself,
out of a wounded sky,
bones turn to ash,
but I remain
the field is gone,
now stands a hill,
shattered stones,
decades of decay,
once was a hill,
now is a mountain,
But I still remain