
There was a time in my life when the field was my home.
When the huge stretch of land was all mine.
Now, I am a mere stranger.
It looks back at me like it never knew me.
I feel detached.
So far away that the green im stepping on isn’t grass at all.

There was a time in my life when the field was my home.
When the huge stretch of land was all mine.
Now, I am a mere stranger.
It looks back at me like it never knew me.
I feel detached.
So far away that the green im stepping on isn’t grass at all.