The Vineyard's

This battlefield lays barren Its vineyard's distraught and dry The Orchard leaves cant fathom This cold and hardened sight. My minds a land that's foreign A soul castrated and bare The shades of fall upon me Like rain to fires end. A warm embrace come mourning, A silent cry at night. A field of frozen promise Keeps this vineyard's life. Tomorrows not yet done with Our futures left to mend The soil will soon be softened With my heart within your hand