Prologue

Out in the open field,

Dancing in the pouring rain,

Singing out your pleasant name,

Wishing we could stay the same,

Knowing that it is insane, knowing that I was a shame.

I'm sorry for how I've been,

Coming from your very own kin.

Out in the open field,

Wishing we could stay the same.

Out in the open field.

I sing this despite the fact that I am neither dancing nor is it raining. It is partially related to how I feel. Except, I don't know how we used to be. I do wish I did though.