All that Remains

Of Dreamers and Teachers

There is one that came here

The one who raised a child of strong hands and learning mind

The child was the one who raised all the others, and taught and teaches

Tells of what's right, but never presses too far

She came from nothing, but then built to everything

Harsh words for work and rewarded only with the searing heat against her sun

Broken down, pushed against by the hate for people of her kind

Used for labor and nothing more

Then she taught herself to learn, and got close to fire

But never had been burned, instead to prosper

For she was of rock skin and and book for a brain

Went to school and never looked back again

She was the one who then raised a boy of sun smiles and starry eyes

Inherited from his mother, and fostered by his father

She cared infinitely, and taught the same way

With a kind mind and a sturdy assurance

She helped care with her love, a man of paper skin

Marked up and used, a story told greatly

She was another story to him, along with his boy

The one that lay over his heart and engulfed his chest

Then, when her boy's starry eyes aged to dust

She cried and patched what she could

Shoved money uselessly to a hole that would never be filled

For she had forgotten her past

She was raised as all others were, even though she was different

She raised her son the same way, even though he was different

Her son could no longer handle being treated different when he was brought the same

And that's when it came; all the long-repressed pain

Her son left education and with his steel heart

Found someone to love him, to heal him from his past

And had a daughter who inherited his starry eyes

And her mother's glassy heart

But then came the split, a relationship patched by very little

A little girl torn between emotions and smart

A little bit of brilliance was lost that day,

But when the little girl touched him, his metal heart melted away

So then she was raised, starry-eyed and glassy heart

Fiery-winged and paper-skinned

He gave what little light his eyes still held

To raise his daughter and hold her proud

So that is how I came to be

Daughter of starry eyes, daughter of glass heart

Grandchild of dreamer teachers, grandchild of paper skin

Raised by those souls and loving more each day