Maybe it seems like a lost cause because there was nothing to save in the first place
You go marching into harms way with the intention of liberation,
And yet there is no one to be saved,
No lives to lead on into a better tomorrow,
Only the cynical tyranny that reigns in the minds and will not let them stand,
So we crawl,
Our fingers gripping the earth, pulling ourselves out into the clouded plains,
Out of the smog of city streets,
Our minds beginning to breathe easy,
But still you have to go to back, we have to retrace our steps,
This is not an unkindness,
We can’t all smile, not all the time, and though many of us are frowning,
We can’t be stuck like this,
We can see some light, sunlight, moon beams that don’t fade behind sheets of metal,
Though you walk on eggshells,
And they crack and shatter under your bear feet,
As they cut in like shards of glass we do not feel it, we know the truths,
They may tell us to scream,
We won’t,
They may tell us the sky is falling,
It’s not,
Don’t any of you remember dreaming, and as its shrinking don’t you remember the grief,
Don’t you remember it, anyone, all those thoughts of a better tomorrow,
Don’t you remember that even though it was raining,
Even though the storms were raging we still had puddles to run in,
Raincoats to forego, soaked to the bone, and enjoying natures faces,
When did all become so bleak,
When did sunshine become a burden, burning into our flesh,
Don’t you miss it,
Don’t you miss it when you see it
Don’t you miss it when you see it on childrens faces,
The innocent wonder of it all, even if we have break a bone, we explored the fortress,
We fought the monsters in the forest,
We saw beauty in the shrubbery.
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