my tears fall useless
on a fallow field
the harvest is past due
and the children are starved
I've worked the ground
ploughed and tilled
hoped and prayed

my tears fall useless
on my barren fields
planted and watered
nothing will grow

my tears fall useless
on my empty field
the farm repossessed
the children fled

my tears fall useless
into my empty hands
calloused and bruised
ring-less and alone

my tears fall useless