The field awaits the dawn, a mist upon the breath. We never knew the promise led only to death. Hear the quiet testimony of a trust that was torn, Before the final moment, the day we were born. Verse 1 Sunlight warms the fence line, a daily gentle grace, We knew the keeper’s shadow, we knew the kind face. The bucket brought the bounty, the scratch behind the ear, We viewed the human giant as one who holds us dear. A simple life, defined by the turning of the sun, The cycles of the pasture, until the day is done. We followed the call, the cadence of the gate, Believing in protection, believing in our fate. The world was small and ordered, a comfort to the soul, We had no map of darkness, no sense of losing control.