#musings of a lover
First Stave: My Everlasting Shame
Once upon a time,
I escaped my bloody past.
I tried to clean my hands
Of what I had not done.
The one who caused it all
Was hanging over me
To remind me of the misery,
To unveil the lust and greed.
My name, still bound to liars,
To murderers, to cheaters,
To the worst of the worst
And those who did not live
To tell the tale—
How long we tried to hide it!
How long that no one knew
Until the works of avarice
Spread far into the world!
Second Stave: Who Are You?
I’m not too far from home,
Often as I may try.
I run until I faint,
Until my blood runs dry.
I fall into deep sleep,
I’m poisoned and abused,
I’m pulled straight out of childhood
Only to be used.
Does anyone remember me
Before my captivity?
Does anyone remember me
When I was fancy free
In greenest fields, with bluest skies
Hovering all my days?
Is it you? Had we met
And parted separate ways?
Third Stave: Your Magic
You believe in my freedom
More than I ever could.
You see the world clearly,
Not for what it is,
But for what you can do,
For your possibilities
To come to their true form.
Draining lakes and taking flight—
All things you can do,
Because you have this magic,
And I believe in you.
I am a lonely child;
This glass I cannot break
Has shut me in too tightly
To feel a gentle breeze,
To see a piece of sky
And the glory of the sun.
What light you brought to me,
What joy, what hope, what tears!
What is this feeling? Does it seem
That there was once a year
Where life was bright and beautiful,
And so you were there too.
Because you have this magic,
And I believe in you.
Final Stave: Return to the Sun
Before you, I was silent,
I was sad and mortified.
I never imagined life
Beyond that restrictive glass.
I couldn’t imagine a treasure
That would open up the walls
That held my life captive
And offered nothing at all.
This hidden world below,
Much like my buried heart,
Has been ignited by the sun
And brought forth to life,
To be enjoyed by many
And all who seek its worth.
So this story of you and I
Meets its touching end.
Truly, I will wonder
For all my living days:
Which of us was captive,
And who led who to freedom?
For any shut-up hearts
Can learn of this fairy tale:
To give another life
Will help you find your own.
