Music: Mark Garrett/Nicholas Mirolla/Alexander Rieth/Sean Michael Lang
Fields of gold sway like waves of the ocean.
Gentle chimes echo through the air,
Their dancing melodies swing with the wind.
A unison of wonder from the heavens.
Surface level beauty apparent to common eyes,
But underneath are my memories.
Below the golden breeze,
A piece of me remains cold and still...
Placed there as a result of my own negligence.
I caused us all so much grief
And the guilt consumes me still.
I left this place,
But you...stayed.
The further from you I get,
The more your face is clouded.
I can't see you,
And I can't hear your name.
I don't want to forget.
I don't want you to disappear.
I need to return.
I need to see you again.