For I Am Real

[Louchiere]

In this field where I not lay
Will the birds sing softly
For the sun to bring forth another day
Although I am silent now
Yet, I hear the sounds
Of life, alive, all around
How silent you are
When you stand to remember
Yes, I wish I could feel
A kiss of rain against my face
The gentle whisper of summer’s breeze
Steeling softly, so softly, through the trees
How I long to see, if only I could
The dance of winter’s song
After the leaves painted in rainbows have gone
Why are you so silent
Speak to me for I am real
When you pause to kneel
Beside this stone etched in the hand of pain
In this field where I do not sleep
Why do you cry for me
Because I already cry for you
For I am real, I am real
Tell me why the flowers grow
Across this field beside my stone
As if they could cover
The crimson stain
That broke this ground
As if they could ease our aching pain
It’s so silent here so very still
As the silver light of so pale a moon
Cuts from a darkened sky
Tracing the names from grey slabs
Read mine for I am real
How cold is time that gives no more
How I sigh beyond this place
For all that happened here before
There is but a trace
That we knew this place
For I was real

I am real...