For Father Sean Heslin and his incredible triumph over death and eventual emergence from Oblivion in 2002...

The last thing I remember
I was nurturing life
When a dark angel descended
Upon my right

My right to work
In the fields of love
Was removed from one
Not sent from above, Oblivion

Waters of lethe
Now run through my mind
My way back to the fields
I long to find

Those fields are full
Of a harvest so grand
The power of the wind
I'm not sure I'll withstand, Oblivion

An uncertain future is what I face
There's no time to keep here in this place
All I see is infinite space
No sound, no smell, no sense of taste
All I know seems to be erased

From bathing in the sun
To wanting to run
Away from bad dreams
That can't be undone

Life's not what it seems
When all is said and done
Caught up in Oblivion, Oblivion

Nourish me with nepenthe
Bear in mind the storm
Came down pretty hard

Chorus

I need to make it back
To the gardens I tend
And harvest my crop
When the reads do bend

Ó2002 Jeffrey P. Bosworth (Boz)

Lyrics Reprinted Only By Permission