"Open Field" genre: Poetry
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	A poem I wrote during a particularly frustrating period of time. Now it has some carnival-like music in the background, and some sound effects.
	Credits: Jonathan McNeill
	Story Behind the Song I was sitting in my car one day, utterly frustrated with how my life was going, when I started waxing poetic (hehehe), and wrote this. I typed it up, and it sat on my hard drive until now, when I decided to record it. Lyrics Every moment pelts my soul like hail, taunting and terrorizing me, to be eaten away like the old buildings that stand no more. The attacks and the compromise eat away at me. The cares of this world wage a war for my attentions, and those who wage the war have no casualties. Stress and the expectations of others reign supreme, they make the rules of war. I am merely the flag on the tug rope, dragged from left to right, all the more. I am chained to a wall and made to listen to my enemies' taunts, battle cries, and shrieks of laughter. I would that it would all go away, leave me in an open field, and let me find peace, find the voice of my maker. As it is, I must become another, to join my enemies in their tugging, but in a new direction, my direction, toward the voice of my God, who's voice I fear I've lost. I long for the day when all these pulling masses will be so easily removed, and I will be free from obstruction, my ears unclogged, hearing only my saviour's voice.

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