Echoes From Beyond The Meadow

And so it rains
And so it snows
And so it pours into our veins
The sun it hides
From our crimes
As the harvest does freeze

And so it bleeds
And so it cries
And so it pours into our streets
The love it hides
From our lies
In the darkness diseased

And so it rains
And so it snows
As prayer for grain
And disdain for gold
Echoes from beyond the meadow