Boys from the field

I am ready, to go home now Dad
I am waiting, on the steps outside
The boys were, giving me hard times
I’m paying, seemingly for my crimes

Ahh

Today my, heart’s in my fists
Defending, all the blows and kicks
They called out, from the ring of shame
But I held on, as I called your name

Ahh

Silence take me from
the centre of this never ending song
Silence pick me up
And drive me back to safelands
Safelands

Spinning in and out of control
Trying to defend you with my very soul
Now we are running with speed
Chasing and chased by the boys from the field

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