In the field of my estranged wife`s eye
I see miles of corn wavering
as the breeze lifts and sighs
with resignation and complacency
she stares blankly at the horizon
there`ll be no rain
she dashes my hope once more
brittle sticks of desperate effort for survival
the dreams and longings
we wished we hadn`t sowed
and I know I`ll never laugh again on a Sunday
I know I`ll never dance again
the heaviness of the clouds reflects the condensation
inside of me, inside of me
I see the blur of rain on distant hillside
the clouds have passed us once more
the pools of disillusionment are swelling
the object of my desire I abhor
she lies waiting never to b untited
withered life lies tattered like corn
bitter and torn
frustrated and forlorn
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