Mindless spew
They can't take the stars from me
The stars are mine
They can't my soul from me
My soul is mine
They can take my life
They can take my freedom
They can take my security
They can take my country
They can take my hope for the future
They can take my present
They can make me forget my past
But they can't take the stars
The stars are mine.
Twinkling forever.
They can't get those.
They're mine.
They've seen all.
Everything and nothing.
Our ancestors and everything.
Life and the universe.
Stars are forever--
almost.
The stars are mine--
always.
They took our lives.
Our hopes.
Our dreams.
Our foundations.
They took our tears.
They took are feelings.
They took our control.
They scared me.
They scared me--
and continue to scare me.
Every day.
And I can't do anything about it.
I'm helpless.
Everyone's helpless.
We're all helpless.
We're all dead.
To watch our lives unfold.
In horrible tragedies--
one right after another.
Death and chaos reign.
I see it on the news.
We're dead.
We're gone.
We're lost.
Overwhelming despair fills my heart--
our hearts--
our lives--
our dreams.
The stars are mine.
They can't do that.
They can't take that.
That's mine!
Streams bubbling, singing.
Trees growing, believing.
Knowing, learning fish and fowl--
live on, no fear for them.
Fleeing, crying--
giving in.
Dying, death--
falling in--
Great big holes--
where great things once stood
Hellish fires--
burning on.
Anthrax, buildings--
guns and bombs.
science fiction,
all gone wrong.
Whispering breezes.
Whispering people--
talking about sad things--
even me.
Stars twinkle--
cold and clear.
Never gone,
but never really here.
posted by Val at 10/25/2001 07:43:00 PM
