Miniver Cheevy (miniver) wrote in undertherainbow, @ 2010-04-06 04:08:00 |
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It's been a long time since I wrote one... but hey... I said I would...
"Beloved"
When we finally heard the thunder
That announced the coming dawn,
Did we ever stop to wonder
What we might be doing wrong?
Were we selfish, were we jealous
Of that pure and simple light?
Did it deafen us to hear them
Tell us how to do it right?
Oh, the wisest men have said before
The beloved is what dies.
It is made wretched by our hands,
And buried by our lies,
And while we mourn what we've destroyed
It gasps its final breath
But only when forgotten
Does it rest in bitter death.
When we couldn't see from under
This deep fog we welcomed in,
Did we ever stop to wonder
At the life that must begin?
That must fight and grope each moment
Through the storms we all have made
And at last be our atonement
When our debts must all be paid?
Oh, the wisest men have said before
The beloved is what dies.
It is made wretched by our hands,
And buried by our lies,
And while we mourn what we've destroyed
It gasps its final breath
But only when forgotten
Does it rest in bitter death.
It is innocence we squander
When we are our fathers' sons.
Through their storms we all still wander
'Til the horrid deed is done,
And our sons and daughters follow
Lost and broken where we lead.
In their sorrows they may wallow
But we planted first that seed.
Oh, the wisest men have said before
The beloved is what dies.
It is made wretched by our hands,
And buried by our lies,
And while we mourn what we've destroyed
It gasps its final breath
But only when forgotten
Does it rest in bitter death.
So never rest, no, never rest
Until you find the way,
And in our arms it will be best
To meet the end of day
And find that starlight welcomes you,
A vast and endless sea.
Into that sky we'll carry you,
And learn how to be free.
Oh, the wisest men have said before
The beloved is what dies,
But wisdom's only half the way
To where your future lies.
We'll mourn with you for those who've found
Their way back home in death,
And be there when your children
Wake the world with their first breath.