A field of heart is torn apart, rattled and shaken - unpredictable at the start. On this field there seems no divide, not a single soul in us could confide. This is grief, a souls' belief, that more could've been done to bring relief. Even when it all is seemingly well, it is said that only time will tell. Even when victory couldn't be nearer, you'll see that your sight could have been clearer. Now you stand watch over what is lost, the witness of moral cost.