Run Through the Fields

Lyrics

From a page of untold stories Comes a tale of the nameless And unknown They all live for the air they're breathing And the day when they'll Reap and sow the seeds that they have sown Oh, I run through the fields And I see poverty Feelings of misery Oh, I run through the streets And I can't help but see There's nothing for you and me Children cry in the house of prayer Fathers starve to supply Their daily bread As the sun sets upon these humble people All their lives will be stories Of the nameless and unknown Oh, I run through the fields And I see poverty Feelings of misery Oh, I run through the streets And I can't help but see There's nothing for you and me They won't be saved In the home of the brave And my heart is so afraid Oh, I run through the fields And I see poverty Feelings of misery Oh, I run through the streets And I can't help but see There's nothing for you and me Oh, I