The Flowers of the Grey Fields

If you look out into these fields, these dark grey fields,
you will feel your heart sink inside you.
For the flowers have all died away,
and though the seasons never change,
they froze up into statues of ice and cried.
The sang songs of woe with each other,
trying to rise up to the top,
trying to be the tall, blooming flower.
The one beautiful flower in the field of dead flowers.
The flower that stood out.

But if you want to find the truly beautiful flower,
you will need to wander these fields for years.
For the prettiest flowers are the ones that don't try to be beautiful,
they just stay hidden among the rest.
Hiding from the biting cold,
and the ever blowing winds,
they blossom, but they don't stand out.

There are no flowers that stand out in this field of grey,
the prettiest flowers have all gone astray,
turning away from the Son and now every day,
they are slowly crumpling and dying away.

Oh, little flower hidden among the rest,
you don't have to try to be your best,
because when the grey flowers time is done,
you are the one that kept your eyes on the Son,
just don't drop your eyes from the Son.