What Was Again Shall Be

These fields are sown with blood and bone Our past caves to the sky On the stone there's writ alone To set what wasn't mine To fly Tilling now, mud takes the plow As the owner takes the share Of all the worth, the death and the birth What's borne and what's to bear Never there When you dream an undreamt thing Does it speak as this stone? Through your hands, its traces ring Nothing ages, only grows The river's blue had shown in you The green's move to changing Mountains call through borders and walls That we can only name them Not tame them The summer's spell turns stones to bells As the winter starts to flee When the sun fell, I saw its tell What was again shall be We are free So take all your secrets and lies And bury them in the ground With every footstep, they glide Truth travels faster than sound