Distant Meadow (..Ma)

On the meadows far away
Far from our voices and its sway;
Shadows of joy that creep away
She works relentless much to dismay.
Seeing her cherub grow by the field,
She raises her prince with hopes and dreams
To see him grow she sleeps no more;
By the fields and by the barn
Her cries not heard and tears not seen
She spends her life for his needs.
She smiles with tears to send her son;
Follow his dream in a forgotten world.
Leaving her field and her barn,
He bids her farewell his morning star.
Far from the meadows and its sway
Where he left his mother far away