I am flower Of the field I do not spin or worry about what harvest yields My pedals like mane blow in the wind That like lions breath is heaven sent
Producing words that light and heal Calming hearts of savage zeal And makes spirits with prides tarnish, neil Before the hoisted colors of the conquering lamb
Beneath the breeze my pedals bow and break free Floating upwards transcendently Only the author of the breeze knows where they'll land
within this Pedals sail is a seed In darkness hides but is known completely And yet discretely is planted in the soil And there it waits for it's time to die But in death there is no dominion or defeat
Because on the battle ground where darkness and light meet, light will have triumphant victory Trumpets blare like lion roars And the veil as with giant claws is torn and all else crumbles like a castle in the sand.
I am a danger to this world For in my breath are these same lion roars
like a castle in the sand, its all crumbling, crumbling