Foreign Fields
In Hiding
Daily
I can't find myself

You beamed down
Into the ground

Some day
You will speak with me

Held up in highland
Child with hazel eyes

When you're hiding
Why are you hiding
When you're hiding
Why are you hiding

Not the only one
You can't see themselves

You give me too many choices
Truth can't show design

Before I disappear
I'd like to say the stone