Broken
Broken
That is
A small piece of the original whole
I fall deep into the void
I stand tall
I held fire,
Flickering in the moonlight
The flame rose, high into the dark sky
Illuminating the lost world below
All shadows gone,
All cares and misdeeds shown
All because
I held fire
Flickering in the moonlight
This world is broken
A shadow of the greatness we once were
Now, cares are hidden
Misdeeds forgiven
Shadows greater than the light
I held fire
Flickering in the moonlight
Someday, we may find
The glue, the tape, the fixer upper
Was right in front of us,
I held fire
Flickering in the moonlight
I held it high above my head,
Illuminating the world
Displaying the beauty, the cruelty, the awesomeness
Of the natural world
Someday, we may be one once again
Though that seems impossible
Perhaps if we work together
And show the people the true problems,
We will be as amazing as we once were
Maybe, all it will take is me
Holding Fire,
Flickering in the moonlight
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