~Dying Child~

I walk a crimson path alone and my time of death is nearing.
I feel so lonely in the world and I am scared of what I'm hearing.
There is a cry, a call, a feeling, a giant that is kneeling.
A boy is standing, is standing on his own;
walking away from all that he has known.

I was so afraid to try, so afraid I could not fly.
Though now I see it, I see it when I stand:
This little troubled boy, he has grown to be a man.
He sees the world before him as a field yet to be sown,
and yet he fears to stretch his wings, afraid to be alone.

I feel that I am wondering alone, and I do not remember why I’m crying.
No, I cannot make it without you by my side, because I’m dying.
The child that is here in my soul is yearning,
can I ever go back to what I was before?

It is the child within me that is dying on the floor,
I feel he is taking his last breath,
and he does not want to be alone facing death.
Would you hold him, would wipe away his tears, would you love him?
Do not let the child die.

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The Mountain

Can you see her? Rising there above all she beholds, while gentle clouds around her face enfold.
Her feet of stone bear deep within Earth. To mighty rivers and forests, she doth give birth.
Her shoulders bore the white of snow, and she would not love for she was cold.
Yet we loved her with all our hearts and in our folly, we tore her apart.
　
She bore the weight of a million years never failing to bring our fears;
and yet we claimed her and her mighty face, we said ‘twas for the better, and for our race.
For us she gave birth to Silver and Gold, to Iron and Steel, to Wood and Stone.
We ripped them from Her loving womb, and left it barren as a tomb.

With the metal, we created pain, and waged warfare in the name of gain.
The wood we burned to power machines; taking things that were not ours to claim.
We melted both Silver and Gold to gain us power and wealth untold.
We took it all and left her none; and then she died for what we had done.

Therefore, we stood in jagged skies claiming strength from the one who dies;
but this lesson I learned all too well: we took heaven and made it not unlike hell.
Razed the giant, the sleeping Queen, we broke her bones and made her scream.
Now she is dying can you not hear? This wondrous beauty who stood a million years.

The time will come when we will pay, our sins will visit us in a single day.
We will suffer this I fear, payment for our sins is drawing near…
She will take us and let us die! Perishing, all, in a raining fire from on high.
With a thundering sound, an echoing boom, a crack of lightning spelling doom.

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