Find all things unsteady,
for nothing will hold its weight;
all are needed through the passing
from dreaming to awake.
Where heavy rests emotion
on all shoulders of the earth,
each longing for the moment
of new and better birth.
So we sing a song of mourning
and groan at the pain,
when love comes at evening
with light to darkenned names.
Oh, let hope fall heavy on
the sound of singing sweet,
to declar heaven's moment;
the moment we can be!
Author notes
I wait until the day...oh, let it come swift!
-thefallout
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