Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream
Water washing down to river wide
A field of daisies and wild grasses green
Inside my pulsing heart, the blood did plead
That history and myth can take a ride
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream
So lack of hope conspires to kill our dreams
And memories that lie can be no guide
To fields of daisies and wild grasses green
The silver birches light with sun’s soft beams
In their way, they are discreet disguise
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream
About the cruelty of human deeds
There is a library, shattered and demeaned
By fields of daisies and wild grasses green
Few can bear to enter and to read
What the minds of sufferers could mean
Through the barbed wire fence, they saw a stream
As Icarus was falling unperceived
Farmers tilled their meadows blithe, deceived
Through the barbed wire fence, we saw a stream
A field of daisies and wild grasses screamed
