Fields of Life ft. Mia-Nina Lyrics

Amidst the sprawling fields of life

A single seed was sown

Its shell a fortress hard and rife

Against the winds that moan

But soon it split its core exposed

And fragile roots did grow

A tendril reaching unopposed

Towards the sun's warm glow

With time it grew its branches spread

And in its shade we lay

Its leaves a canopy widespread

A respite from the fray

And yet within its heart a fear

That it would never last

That storms would come and it would sear

The future bleak and vast

But through the trials it stood tall

A testament to grace

Its beauty shining over all

A jewel within the space

For in this seed a lesson lies

Of strength in the unknown

Of hope that blossoms as it tries

To claim its rightful throne

The soil beneath a canvas bright

A palette rich and deep

Each hue a memory taking flight

As we our stories keep

The wind a messenger of change

Whispering secrets rare

Its message cryptic ever strange

As it brushes through our hair

And yet amidst the ebb and flow

The light a steady guide

Its warmth a balm a healing glow

A beacon in the tide

So let us tend this garden well

This field of life we roam

And in its beauty we will dwell

A place we can call home

I want to live I want to breathe

I want to see what this life could be

I want to dance I want to sing

I want to feel the joy that living brings

There's so much I still want to do

So many dreams that I'm holding onto

I want to explore I want to learn

And make memories that will forever burn

I want to live I want to breathe

I want to see what this life could be

I want to dance I want to sing

I want to feel the joy that living brings

There's so much I still want to do

So many dreams that I'm holding onto

I want to explore I want to learn

And make memories that will forever burn

For in this seed a lesson lies

Of strength in the unknown

Of hope that blossoms as it tries

To claim its rightful throne

The soil beneath a canvas bright

A palette rich and deep

Each hue a memory taking flight

As we our stories keep

The wind a messenger of change

Whispering secrets rare

Its message cryptic ever strange

As it brushes through our hair