we reached for the stars, our hands came away with nothing
we wanted to be the sky, the ground held steadfast to us
we were a child, the altar towered too far above us
we were an adult, our fists fitted not into the gourd
we made empty wishes, prayers that went unanswered
we reasoned our reasons, all was unthinkable
life was too mysterious, it hid its secret well
enlightenment eluded us, ignoring as we craved
all efforts - into naught
all tears - down the drain
all strength - sapped away
we fainted
Us: Wake us up, o angel!
deliver to us bread that we might have strength for the journey
Angel: For man shall not live by bread alone.
Us: We must run.
Angel: The race is not to the swift.
Us: Shall we give up then? For all is naught.
Angel:
You fight a battle that you think is yours.
You gather weapons too heavy for your hands
You commandeer an army that knows not your voice
And the Man-of-War looks on
As you travail over a land that is not yours
Learn children, the battle is not yours to fight
Learn warriors, your hands must be taught to war
Learn victors, for you fight a won war
A/N: This one's to the girl who watched the moon. May you never forget the moon. <3
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The Girl Who Watched The Moon
Ficção GeralIt is so beautiful, the moon. Even more so on a starry night that my eyes cannot but be drawn to its enthralling light. While I'm captive of the jewel of the sky, words come, stories come. And I must tell.
