i want to feel the sunshine again;
oh, how my heart yearns for the warmth.
to have the stained butterflys flutter in my spirit
and hum out a symphony only i can hear.
yet the springtime rain no longer falls from mine eyes.
instead, the cold and thorny vines have crept into utopia,
a storm on the horizan. i have been exposed,
and no amount of faith, wishing, and faerie dust can turn back the fray.
bliss has crumbled from our sight,
down with our homes and great walls.
our temples and palaces nothing but the dust that coats
the feet of our conquerers.
"they valiantly fought, and valiantly fell"
the history everyone will remember.
passing by the untold stories of our soldiers, of my children.
a battle most would have abandoned,
we fought with our honor leaking down our cheeks,
in anger...in vain.
but we fought.
even when hope was no more, we fought.
for our freedom, for the people, the children,
we fought.
and died, but lived.
 MonstaJam · Tue Mar 27, 2007 @ 01:24am · 0 Comments |
