Satan's Crow
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Hero - A poem for Lord Balaam
Stars twinkling and fading,
But your kingdom shines forever,
The clouds travel the world whispering your name into the eternal blue,
Behind the lofty mountain the spirits singing in your name.
Under your roof the spirits rise,
Once again, those who follow the path of virtue.
Great women and men raise their glasses for you,
Those who once again raise their fists in the air.
I want to be a hero.
In a world where people learn to build bridges instead of walls,
In a world where the winds of eternity never fail,
In a world where songs are sung, not laments,
I want to be born again.
When the pen triumphs over the sword,
When festivities replace mourning,
When children hold a brush, not a gun,
I want to be with you.
I want to live.
-Satan's Crow
Stars twinkling and fading,
But your kingdom shines forever,
The clouds travel the world whispering your name into the eternal blue,
Behind the lofty mountain the spirits singing in your name.
Under your roof the spirits rise,
Once again, those who follow the path of virtue.
Great women and men raise their glasses for you,
Those who once again raise their fists in the air.
I want to be a hero.
In a world where people learn to build bridges instead of walls,
In a world where the winds of eternity never fail,
In a world where songs are sung, not laments,
I want to be born again.
When the pen triumphs over the sword,
When festivities replace mourning,
When children hold a brush, not a gun,
I want to be with you.
I want to live.
-Satan's Crow
