Sonya Annita Song

When galaxies cry,
The tears that they shed
Are showers of light we see overhead
That leave us in awe
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I long to climb into the sky
On steps of wisp and smoke;
I long to feel the sweet caress
Of heaven's velvet cloak.
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I stabbed the moon to watch it bleed
Because it mocks me with its glow,
The way it shines for all to see;
Does it feel pain? I burned to know.
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I cannot claim I do not know
The reason why your tears now flow
In twin cascades
With no blockades,
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Our Earth is a wish a star made,
A long, long time ago.
Star travelled throughout space to find
A place where wish could grow.
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I stared into the heart of darkness
For what comfort I could find
Somewhere in the beating madness
Feeding arteries of my mind.
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When the world ends
When the mountains choke on denial
When the oceans drown in ignorance
When the forests blaze with injustice
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If I had the power of creation,
Strength borrowed from the essence of the earth,
I would listen to the beat of every heart
And feel the pain of every death and birth.
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Before the world
Knew how to die,
The earth was ageless
Like the sky;
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My regret has ended its toil
Of yesterdays in my backyard,
And anger's asleep in a coil,
Relieved of its vigilant guard.
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On days when tears keep falling
And lonely nights feel cold,
Please know that you were wanted
By fate and earth to hold.
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It's something they teach in all of our schools,
Basic geometry, shapes and their rules,
But something they fail to pythagorate
Is how they all share the same basic trait.
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My heart keeps drinking shadows of the moon;
I've drowned before in darkness when it's bright;
My eyes keep spinning silence with a spoon
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Somewhere beyond
The rolling seas,
Above the highest
Timber trees,
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I fell in love the other day.
You didn't notice me.
But that's okay, I told myself,
What's meant to be will be.
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The night will softly speak
In whispers of the dark
As nightingales usurp
The songs of morning lark,
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I have a flying pig at home
Who's going through his teenage years.
He stays out late and chews my gnome
And when it's bath time, disappears.
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I tell myself I'm not afraid
Of either death or dying,
But when I look at you I feel
My heart would say I'm lying.
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The most beautiful word
In the world is not love,
Nor is it halcyon or hope,
And neither exemption nor blessed redemption
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I will gobble your fears and guzzle your tears
And gulp all the worries you hide,
And if there is sorrow like Kilimanjaro
I will climb it and conquer its pride.
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