Post by sparkmane on Aug 27, 2016 23:58:50 GMT
Spirits of Earth, and Moon, and Sky,
Please turn to your daughter's cry.
You made us to be strong and true,
And we have pledged our lives to you.
But a thousand moons have come and past,
and there is something, I must ask.
When will the night end, for we, who loved you first?
Is there a new dawn, or does the dark get worse?
A thousand moons, a thousand suns, have not taken it away.
Why do you deny us, the coming of a new day?
The little cousin you gave us, a thousand moons ago,
have passed their days with nothing to show,
and yet you grant them, with every turn,
a brand new day, they have not earned.
Spirits of Sky, Moon, and Earth,
Our loyalty feels like a curse.
Little cousin cuts at your flesh,
stabs to your heart, and poisons your breath.
We've never hurt you, we never change,
But your love goes to those who cause you pain.
When will the night end, for we, who loved you first?
Is there a new dawn, or does the dark get worse?
Little cousin raids you, your treasures they all claim,
But as we are your treasures, too, my people fade away.
Of homes and meals and freedom, our cousin will not share,
Release us into another day, to end this long nightmare!
Spirits; Sky and Earth and Moon,
You must tend your children soon.
Our souls are week and our bodies are few,
and we do not know what to do.
Why have you forsaken us?
What more can we give than our blood and love?
When will the night end, for we, who loved you first?
Is there a new dawn, or does the dark get worse?
Every time the others rest, they wake to your great gift;
A brand new day, new chance , a fresh new story to tell,
But I have a dozen grandfathers back, and I still wake up in their hell.
Spirits of Earth, and Moon, and Sky,
You must hear my dying cry.
We sing to you, our love is great,
Our echoes, you will hear to late.
Turn for us once, before we are doomed,
and end this night...
of a thousand moons.
Please turn to your daughter's cry.
You made us to be strong and true,
And we have pledged our lives to you.
But a thousand moons have come and past,
and there is something, I must ask.
When will the night end, for we, who loved you first?
Is there a new dawn, or does the dark get worse?
A thousand moons, a thousand suns, have not taken it away.
Why do you deny us, the coming of a new day?
The little cousin you gave us, a thousand moons ago,
have passed their days with nothing to show,
and yet you grant them, with every turn,
a brand new day, they have not earned.
Spirits of Sky, Moon, and Earth,
Our loyalty feels like a curse.
Little cousin cuts at your flesh,
stabs to your heart, and poisons your breath.
We've never hurt you, we never change,
But your love goes to those who cause you pain.
When will the night end, for we, who loved you first?
Is there a new dawn, or does the dark get worse?
Little cousin raids you, your treasures they all claim,
But as we are your treasures, too, my people fade away.
Of homes and meals and freedom, our cousin will not share,
Release us into another day, to end this long nightmare!
Spirits; Sky and Earth and Moon,
You must tend your children soon.
Our souls are week and our bodies are few,
and we do not know what to do.
Why have you forsaken us?
What more can we give than our blood and love?
When will the night end, for we, who loved you first?
Is there a new dawn, or does the dark get worse?
Every time the others rest, they wake to your great gift;
A brand new day, new chance , a fresh new story to tell,
But I have a dozen grandfathers back, and I still wake up in their hell.
Spirits of Earth, and Moon, and Sky,
You must hear my dying cry.
We sing to you, our love is great,
Our echoes, you will hear to late.
Turn for us once, before we are doomed,
and end this night...
of a thousand moons.