As I live and breathe I find mists
But not any hope
Where did this day go?
Nothing anyone ever taught me prepared me for a day like this.
There were mirrors of proclivity
Leaning over I saw the miles we traveled together branched beyond any liberties
We gained & lost never finding what we journied through
Fire & brimstone began to rise like a Phoenix
Ashes scattered around popping sizzling searing our minds
Truthfully these battles must be laid down
we are no longer on the ground
But soaring beyond the petty
Those who are not ready?
Gather your weapons, man your stations, these warriors have just begun,
You do not know what you have done!
The hope, the loss, the angst, the recriminations you thought you found?
It is in truth? The beginning of our ascent! When storms gather, all appears lost?
Warrior-Princessses square their shoulders set their stance, brush off the dust,
Silence should deeply concern your mind. We do not go gently into that good night. We remind ourselves hope is never lost in the mind.
Our soul is heart-tied never bound by an earthly bind
We are soaring now!
Silence, fortified with strength all fragility is the Grace of Giants.