A field of crosses
I found my home under a cross
the enthrowned symbol of death
the raised up mystery of life
the rain came down and calmed my soul
I found myself surrounded by crosses
the hushed voices of death spoke silence
and in the solitude I found rest
A voice speaks to me and askes
why am I here
I look deep within, but can find no answer to reply
"why do you look for the living among the dead?"
"why do you represent life with a cross?"
"why do you sit beside a symbol, a system
that signifies death to everyone else?"
because I want to face the dead
shake hands with the other side
I have not let go of this mystery
though it signifies death to you
it means home to me
the enthrowned symbol of death
the raised up mystery of life
the rain came down and calmed my soul
I found myself surrounded by crosses
the hushed voices of death spoke silence
and in the solitude I found rest
A voice speaks to me and askes
why am I here
I look deep within, but can find no answer to reply
"why do you look for the living among the dead?"
"why do you represent life with a cross?"
"why do you sit beside a symbol, a system
that signifies death to everyone else?"
because I want to face the dead
shake hands with the other side
I have not let go of this mystery
though it signifies death to you
it means home to me