There she was, in the laughter field,
The girl, she stood, with a sword to wield!
The grass caught fire with a cackle of red,
"Run, run now, or you'll soon be dead!"
There he was, in the cackle field,
Debris was here, was there, to feel.
The boy, he knew the danger he faced,
So he stopped his flight, his fate he embraced.
There they were, hand in hand,
The field they faced, the plain so grand,
The ringing laughter filled their ears,
"Watch out, little kiddies," And then the tears.
There, she flew, feet firm to the ground,
The field - of terror - soon to be found,
The shouts, the pain, the laughs, the screams,
"Come now child, follow me..."
There, he ran, desperate to flee,
He's no different, from you, from me.
Only, he knew, danger had come,
His life could finish, with the beat of the drum.
You, and I.
The laughter field.
Our lives so short,
Yet, we won't yield.
We stand, we kiss.
The laugh fills our ears.
The fire consumes us,
From all the years.
Standing here, the darkness field.
Men of great strength, so soon they yield.
You and I, survived we did.
Through a kiss heaven once forbid.
Standing here, the danger field.
Once filled with pain,
Now we did kneel,
It held no danger, only beauty to feel.
Standing here, the laughter field.
You, and I,
What is actually real?
You, and I,
And the laughter field.