Run Through the Fields

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