This is a field of grain / not of human pain / the incinerators stood here in the past / but they weren’t meant to last / what must burn things down / must be burned down / and what must remain / must remain / this is the human heart I speak of / returning like a field of grain / what must burn things down / must be burned down / and what will remain then / will remain / this is the human heart I speak of / still standing like a field of grain.