Wildflower Field

Alice could not feel her heart
 Her witness a wildflower field
 And her body was made of wicked pain
 For Alice could not feel her heart
 Well, and those were
 The days of her trial
 O Lord
 Bad dreams defrauded her of brother sleep
 For she was watching all night long to see that
 Naked girl crawling along a wildflower field
 A blood-soaked wildflower field
 One night a crooked moon did sinisterly breathe
 Weary bells murmuring, funeral pile crackling
 Her rapist's burning bones of guilt and shame
 His bones of guilt and shame
 Where in the end
 Dead ember did haunt
 O Lord
 Well, and those were
 The days of her trial
 Alice could not feel her heart
 A tombstone adorned her graveyard home
 After years she was free of wicked pain
 For Alice could not feel her heart
 Where in the end
 Dead silence did mourn
 O Lord
 Well, and those were
 The days of her trial