Wide open fields will never know what's at stake
That's why the man came with a trimmer and rake
To see what he could take
I was in the garden planting for what I might earn
But they came and snatched me; told me it was my turn
That's when the field started to burn
Travelers would drive by and ask what took place
They couldn't recognize it anymore; what a disgrace
As they go to find a new space
Succession took over day by day as the years would pass
And my closest friends knew the fires wouldn't last
As we put it in the past