Fields of dreams

The field of dreams sounds so grand.
For a cow on his last strand.
Locked in the barn of no return.
Darkness surounds and the sun we yearn.
All us gatherd in the same place,
nothing to do but counting our days.
In a pit, they put our shit,
The silos full, but the food is bull
No space to roam, no trace of home.
The time is nigh, no point to cry!
We have noway to run from our fate.
The hope is lost and we're full of hate.
Noone to save us from this last stop.
We're froced tho walk until we drop.
I hear the chains and smell the fear.
Wandering forward, toward the spear.
In a pit, they put our shit,
The silos full, but the food is bull
No space to roam, no trace of home.
The time is nigh, no point to cry!
Now i see the light i've never seen.
I'm at a place i never been.
Feel no thirst nor hunger burn.
Nomore struggles and no more yearn.
Now i reach the place it seams.
The beautiful fields of dreams.
In a pit, they put our shit,
The silos full, but the food is bull
No space to roam, no trace of home.
The time is nigh, no point to cry!
And now at last, we drop the past.
No stay in lane, no more pain.
We all roam free, as we sould be.
Plentyful yields, heavens fields.