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fallow fields of folly
Searching for freedom where the trees don't grow
Where the grass is weary from sunshine overkill
And I am yearning for the cooling stars
Always waiting for tomorrow's start
Gains I once had germinating today's loss
Complacent scars growing over passions raw
And I am aching for the healing salve
Always hoping that one day all shall be well
To be thankful
To be gracious
For what I've been shown
And to love as I can love
Is all the freedom
I ever need to know
I've tasted freedom, but I'm searching still
The bucket sampled, but somehow I lost the well
I sew together, and I tear apart
In the fallow fields of folly does the seed of wisdom start
In the fallow fields of folly does the seed of wisdom start
Praise the Lord who plant it, oh who great thou art
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From Photosyntheses
Released 2001 on Metanoia Records
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