Star Wars Shorts- Clone Wars

Our Home Kamino

Fives looked at his ukulele and started plucking the strings. He looked up and started singing, when everyone was gone.

I wish we could live freely
Where the world is dreary
Nobody wants to visit
But I really miss it

I want to feel the rain on shoulders
Not the destruction of boulders
It might soon get colder
But I just want to smolder

I want to go
But nobody knows
Where I want to go
But we cannot leave until we are done
When the war is won

I wish we could live freely
Where the world is dreary
Nobody wants to visit
But I really miss it

Our home Kamino
Where the young ones rest
And the troopers test
And the cadets best

But when will we go home
To our rainy domes
Where the kids become men
And we learn how to write with a pen

I know my request is bad
But I am just a crazy lad
I have not gone mad
I want to be with my dad
He is rad
And I am sad
I think of what I had
And I look at the landing pad
And that makes me glad

I wish we could live freely
Where the world is dreary
Nobody wants to visit
But I really miss it

Our home Kamino
Where the young ones rest
And the troopers test
And the cadets best

I am just homesick
Like when I ate a glowstick
No we don't talk about that
It is all the way back
We were just kids anyways

Our home Kamino
Where the young ones rest
And the troopers test
And the cadets best

I want to go
But nobody knows
Where I want to go
But we can't leave until we are done
When the war was won

Don't worry
I will be in a hurry
I won't leave you, my vod
I won't leave

We will all come back
To sweet Kamino
We will never forget
What she has bestowed
Or what they have restored

Our home Kamino
Where the young ones rest
And the troopers test
And the cadets best

We will always be there
We are never elsewhere
Why would we leave?
I don't want to heave
This heavy burden bestowed upon me
That we all can see
The war is a terrible place
But also a wonderful waste
Make haste
We need to get a taste
Of Kamino
Our home
Our brothers

Our home Kamino
Where the young ones rest
And the troopers test
And the cadets best

We will survive
We will thrive
We will revive
We will live

Cuyanir, vod.
Cuyanir.

Fives opened his eyes and he heard clapping. Some of his brothers were listening to him. Some acted like fangirls, well, Fives didn't do too bad writing a song. For Fives, of course.

The men went back to work and Fives put away his ukulele. He smirked and went back to work. He knew that he would work for three things.

His brothers.
The republic.
Survival.

A/N:
I am a horrible songwriter. I learned this the hard way in my music theory class. I can play music, not write it. Otherwise, I think I did okay. I hope it was a good standard for Fives' level of intelligence. And no, I am not fluent in Mando'a.

Ret' (I think that means bye? Correct me if I am wrong)
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