The wishful stand watching
With bated breaths drawn,
All lost to the reasons
As death takes the dawn.
Tomorrow’s children see
The ruins we’ve left,
Their future forsaken
Victims of our theft.
We stole their tomorrow,
Left nothing behind
Except for this dream
In rapid decline!
The fallen faerie sings
An anthem so pure,
That hope finds a way
To truly endure…
The wishful stand watching
With bated breaths drawn,
All moved by the verses
In the faerie’s song.
Tomorrow’s children see
A way to move forward
With one foot simply
In front of the other.
We stole their tomorrow,
Their will to react,
But through her heartfelt song
She’s given it back!
The fallen faerie sings
An anthem so pure,
That hope finds a way
To truly endure…
The wishful stand watching
With bated breaths drawn,
Freed by their mistress’
Golden gift of song!
(01/29/12)
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