Grief (Observatory: Majora's Mask Lyrics)

Grief (Observatory: Majora's Mask Lyrics)

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I've had these in my computer for a while now, no idea why I haven't posted them already. ^^; Kinda wrote this when I was going through a rather difficult time. Something big was about to change in my life, and I was already grieving for the loss that was to come. I felt like I was in Termina. I was counting down the days, staring my own apocalypse dead in the face as it drew closer and closer. I was the only one who knew the magnitude of the disaster to come, and I knew I couldn't do anything about it. I never felt more connected to Majora's Mask than I did at that time. Anyway, I basically poured my grief-mangled thoughts into these lyrics, which are meant to go with the observatory theme. I hope to do a cover of it soon as well. ^_^ I have some really cool harmony ideas for it. (I don't own Zelda.) Hope you like it!
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He stopped in his tracks. Something was approaching. He pressed himself against the Kakariko cliffs nearest the graveside, not moving until long after the steps were gone. A holy light shone from within the graveyard, and a young woman laid sobbing in its stones. When his eyes met her, he could have sworn she'd taken his life for her littlest. ~~ He stood on the edge, glancing towards the castle his father had once been honored at. He looked just like him. He didn't think he'd ever be able to return to his birthplace. But that was fine. Mom probably can't either. ~~ It's been many years now. Everyone who was there is no longer here. It's impossible to move on, but there isn't even a fragment of the past left. She's been told never to head there, but she saddles her horse. ~~ The Calamity took thousands of lives, but it left behind thousands of others. A sister, a wife, a best friend, a son. They move away from each other, and some move from the places they were, all for closure and to remember without the pain. Over one hundred years does history fade to legend, but the faithful continue to tell the legends, not just of one hundred years ago, but of all the stories from it.

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