To Face the Sun (second poem)
We run faster than ever
A hope revived,
Another life besides our own to fight for,
The will to battle restored
The souls of our shoes are tattered
Beads of sweat trickle down our battered faces.
Our lungs aren’t as strong as they used to be
But they work just fine.
With spirit renewed we go,
Towards the rising sun above the hill
Maybe we can catch it,
If we run just a bit more swiftly.
Once we were broken,
Like so many others,
But we chose to fix ourselves
So we might see the sun again.
Today is the day we’ve waited for
For what seemed a thousand years
And today is where’s we’ll stay
Until the end of our days.