A/N: I found this in the depths of my Google Drive today, from 2010 (so I was 13). I kind of liked it, so I decided I might as well post it here :)

 

dew drops glistening in the air

a motionless motion on the stair

the moon ablaze above us.

 

shooting stars and minute hands

struggles and hardship to withstand

we keep the pace within our souls.

 

wordless insults, flecks of light

crooning lullabies in the night

slate-gray skies and piercing eyes.

 

five hundred soldiers rallied now

a weakened hand, a wearied brow

lingering whispers hushed but heard.

 

the ageless story must be told

conveyed through generations controlled

our fight for freedom resonates.

 

down with the enemies, not a kind word

down with the gunshots, the vision blurred

today is the day.

 

tides roll in like blankets spread

a sewing needle without thread

the time has come.

 

defy what society claims is just

question and counter, ignore their distrust

rely on your intuition.

 

we shall be empowered by this

a lush green meadow, an angel’s kiss

raise us up and maintain our faith

as we put up the fight for our life.